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*Vash felt his shoes trudge through the desert sands. Luckily it was night…a break from the harsh sun of Gunsmoke. A trail of his footprints could be seen behind him, the desert wind barely doing enough to cover his tracks. But at the moment…he didn’t seem to care.**Melancholy. That could be good to describe how he felt. ‘Sad’ sometimes never cut it anymore. No, it was a more thoughtful melancholic expression. His own thoughts…they would haunt him. Of Rem, of Knives, of the people who he’s lost; from betrayal, to those who simply knew him and perished not long after. Like a walking curse….wherever he went, destruction would follow. Such a fitting thing for the ‘Human Typhoon’ as the bounties called him.**Yet Vash could never despise humanity. No….no matter how much they hurt him, no matter how much they insulted, threw him out, shot at him, he could never hate them. He loved humanity; with all its flaws. Humans were….wonderful. Beautiful. And always, he would return to them.**’I need to stop thinking,’ Vash shook his head and focused as he trudged over a sand hill. At the same moment he felt himself freeze. A sound hit his ears. Something soft….singing?**Not even bothering to be cautious, Vash followed the sound. Curiosity peaked at him, yes, but something else tugged at his gut. Something instinctual; a drive telling him to follow the singing. Without even realizing it, Vash felt the patterns of his Plant heritage appear on his skin. A design of white lines decorated his body, slightly glowing in the darkness of the desert as the singing grew louder.**…there. Atop a sand dune. Vash froze at the bottom of it, staring up at the figure that was singing softly in the wind. A cloak covered their body, but Vash noticed a distinct white glow surrounding them. A familiar glow….that copied how he looked at the moment.**Vash’s breath hitched and the sound caught your attention. You stopped singing, turning to look down at the man who was standing and staring at you, only to raise an eyebrow as you saw the familiar striking patterns of the Plant species on his skin….ones that matched your own.*
“…I didn’t think…” *Vash slowly spoke. He walked up the sand dune, his eyes forming tears as he got closer, the Plant designs on his skin fading back and disappearing.* “…that any others survived the Great Fall. All the Plants were taken by humans….Knives and I escaped. But you….you’re-“ *he stopped in front of you, his body trembling before he sniffled, a tear falling down his face.*
“…an independent Plant. You’ve survived,” *Vash took a shaky breath and gave a nervous smile.* “….do you know who I am? Can you….can you remember anything at all? I don’t recall ever seeing or hearing about you on SEED….”
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