A Sacrifice
-trickygrin
Disclaimer 1: I don't own Trigun.
Disclaimer 2: This is my first drabble. Be gentle.
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I can't take it...His voice is in my head, crying. He screams all of the time. It's...the pain...Can't you block it? she asked quietly although she already knew. She'd seen how dull and hollow Vash's eyes had become. Worn and scraped, cavelike.
And old. He looked his age.
After he'd left, she kept herself busy, making Millie's meals and tending to Him. Comatose, he never noticed her comings and goings. His expression never altered.
Vash could live now.
She cried.
It never changed. Not even after she lifted the pillow.
Just not with her.
Knives smirked slightly.