5 • [voice]

[endthem]

[it's the first day that he's really been able to move, and he's not wasting the opportunity. Pushing himself carefully up in bed, he opens the journal and props it in front of him. There is a clear view of blue hair, tired-looking gold eyes, and bandages across his upper torso. He puts up no filters, gives no preface, just speaks into the journal as soon as he's able]

[voice still a little ragged]

Vash...
I hope you are not under the impression that helping me during the experiment will somehow make up for killing me.
I sincerely don't think it works that way.