[The journal falls open just in time to catch a pained gasp, followed by some rather upset sniffling.] T-t-that hurt! B-but R-R-Rem said dreams aren’t s-suppose to hurt! It’s so cold. Rem! Kn-nives! [Finally the journal catches a glimpse of little Vash as he shakily tries to stand up in it‘s view. His trade mark spiky hair is gone. Instead it falls ( Read more... )