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[it's cold. Colder than Legato is used to it being during the daytime. He knows what is coming, of course-- he knows enough about how the world is supposed to be to know that a snowy winter is logically on its way. So, he's wandering through town today, still looking a little haggard from his recent rough recovery, inspecting the selection of winter clothes in the shops.
And then, as he passes one shop, the colorful leaves of trees across the street are caught brightly in the window's reflection. He can't help but pause, and then opens his journal, speaking into it rather wistfully.]
Trees, clean water everywhere, seasons that actually change...
...What do you suppose he would think of this world, Vash?
[and no, apparently filtering is not his strong suit]
And then, as he passes one shop, the colorful leaves of trees across the street are caught brightly in the window's reflection. He can't help but pause, and then opens his journal, speaking into it rather wistfully.]
Trees, clean water everywhere, seasons that actually change...
...What do you suppose he would think of this world, Vash?
[and no, apparently filtering is not his strong suit]