( Vash, and there's Millions Knives old sharp anger, there's the impression of many blades sliding from behind him. Vash holds his hands up, almost placating, his voice wobbly. The spectre does not attack, which in itself is telling. His twin would not care to wait. He takes, that's all he ever does. )
Scan me! ( Desperate. He shifts, another step closer to his fellow Outsider. ) Is he different from me?
( He thinks I'm a ghost, brother. But what does that prove? What will any of it mean? Didn't you kill me? )
If you aren't my brother I'm going to have words with whoever's causing this. ( Tired, and angry. His gaze snaps over his shoulder. ) Well?
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Scan me! ( Desperate. He shifts, another step closer to his fellow Outsider. ) Is he different from me?
( He thinks I'm a ghost, brother. But what does that prove? What will any of it mean? Didn't you kill me? )
If you aren't my brother I'm going to have words with whoever's causing this. ( Tired, and angry. His gaze snaps over his shoulder. ) Well?