✙ XVIII ✙ [Video]
[It’s been over half a year since Switzerland came to the city. Deep in his heart is a painful ache to see his country again-- to scale his Alps and breathe the fresh mountain air as the sun rose to set the rolling hills ablaze, to swim in rivers of clear snowmelt water, to walk down the streets of his cities and mingle with the Swiss people… Never before in his life has Vash been parted from his heartland for more than a few days, a week at the most. As an unconscious defense against the waves of homesickness, he had built dams of relationships and activity with his fellow abductees; but those dams had broken down and sent him into a deep depression during which he had holed up in his room, buried his face into the ruff of his lycan girlfriend, and refused to move.
It had taken a few days and several loving nips from a patient 202, yet he’d managed to climb out of that darkness. The dams are rebuilt and his mood improved, at least for the present time frame. The face presented on the feed is calm and completely free of the anguish of the past week. Like a good soldier, he’s keeping the fact that he had stumbled a secret.]
I was wondering if anyone knew anything about cutting hair? Mine is getting kind of long.
[He pauses, as if considering whether to add the second part or not.]
…Also. Those Nations who are left here, I’d like to speak with you… Catch up, I suppose.
[Another long pause.]
And… if anyone happens to have some skill in jewelry making, I’m having some issues with the clasp of my necklace. It must have gotten damaged in the Catacombs.
[…Yes. That should do it. Vash nods and clicks off the feed with more confidence than he’s felt in a long time.]
It had taken a few days and several loving nips from a patient 202, yet he’d managed to climb out of that darkness. The dams are rebuilt and his mood improved, at least for the present time frame. The face presented on the feed is calm and completely free of the anguish of the past week. Like a good soldier, he’s keeping the fact that he had stumbled a secret.]
I was wondering if anyone knew anything about cutting hair? Mine is getting kind of long.
[He pauses, as if considering whether to add the second part or not.]
…Also. Those Nations who are left here, I’d like to speak with you… Catch up, I suppose.
[Another long pause.]
And… if anyone happens to have some skill in jewelry making, I’m having some issues with the clasp of my necklace. It must have gotten damaged in the Catacombs.
[…Yes. That should do it. Vash nods and clicks off the feed with more confidence than he’s felt in a long time.]