[There is certainly something alarming about looking at a hollow with no organs--but perhaps it is the fact that she is lucid, her eyes not clouding over with that glaze that precedes death, that keeps him from panic. Distantly, a part of his mind notes that a human could not survive such a state. She is something like him, humanlike in appearance but distinctly otherwise. Some time later, he'll be able to wonder what.
In the meantime, Vash simply shakes his head.]
I'm alright. [Read: he's conscious and can still move, which is Fine by Vash standards] Can you stand?
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In the meantime, Vash simply shakes his head.]
I'm alright. [Read: he's conscious and can still move, which is Fine by Vash standards] Can you stand?