The Spider or the Butterfly?
The Golden Ostrich
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Trigun...
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Knives
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He's coming closer…he can sense me in his dreams; see my destruction in his path. In chasing down Legato, he's really chasing down me.
Knives. Your dear brother, Vash. It's been a long time.
He won't be stopped…I know the Gung-Ho Guns won't succeed in killing him. That will be my task, and one I accept with open arms. They'll all die in process of trying, although not at the deliberate hand of Vash. He's never brought death about in a purposeful manner, the weakling that he remains.
But Vash will make it to this glade, and one of us must die.
The spider or the butterfly? They can't exist in the same web together; Vash and I can't share this world any longer. He would say otherwise, following those humanistic morals Rem taught him over a century ago. How can he continue to live by the words of a dead woman, an idealistic pacifist? There's no realism flowing through Vash's veins; not a drop of blood fit for survival. Which is why he won't survive…to follow his ideals, he cannot kill me, and now the doors of Death are wide open for my brother…
And should he betray his dearest Rem and attempt the ultimate sin, to take another's life, he'll realize my judgment of these wretched humans is correct, and unite with my in my quest. Whatever he chooses to do, he'll not be able to obstruct my ambitions any longer, or keep his bloodless ideals.
He'll fight my reasoning, I'm certain of that. He's always been headstrong mentally, although rarely physically. I've been watching him…in his overly cautious efforts to protect humanity, he's causing more death and pain inadvertently then I ever could purposely. All of his weak physical actions are leading to chaos. It's almost a shame I'm required to take him down in order to succeed…he's been such a good little henchman.
But for the spider to live, the butterfly must die, and so Vash the Stampede will meet his end.
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Author's Note: I'll make this short since the bastard gods who run this site obviously don't think we authors deserve the right to explain ourselves in a designated chapter: please review.
The Golden Ostrich
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Trigun...
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Knives
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He's coming closer…he can sense me in his dreams; see my destruction in his path. In chasing down Legato, he's really chasing down me.
Knives. Your dear brother, Vash. It's been a long time.
He won't be stopped…I know the Gung-Ho Guns won't succeed in killing him. That will be my task, and one I accept with open arms. They'll all die in process of trying, although not at the deliberate hand of Vash. He's never brought death about in a purposeful manner, the weakling that he remains.
But Vash will make it to this glade, and one of us must die.
The spider or the butterfly? They can't exist in the same web together; Vash and I can't share this world any longer. He would say otherwise, following those humanistic morals Rem taught him over a century ago. How can he continue to live by the words of a dead woman, an idealistic pacifist? There's no realism flowing through Vash's veins; not a drop of blood fit for survival. Which is why he won't survive…to follow his ideals, he cannot kill me, and now the doors of Death are wide open for my brother…
And should he betray his dearest Rem and attempt the ultimate sin, to take another's life, he'll realize my judgment of these wretched humans is correct, and unite with my in my quest. Whatever he chooses to do, he'll not be able to obstruct my ambitions any longer, or keep his bloodless ideals.
He'll fight my reasoning, I'm certain of that. He's always been headstrong mentally, although rarely physically. I've been watching him…in his overly cautious efforts to protect humanity, he's causing more death and pain inadvertently then I ever could purposely. All of his weak physical actions are leading to chaos. It's almost a shame I'm required to take him down in order to succeed…he's been such a good little henchman.
But for the spider to live, the butterfly must die, and so Vash the Stampede will meet his end.
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Author's Note: I'll make this short since the bastard gods who run this site obviously don't think we authors deserve the right to explain ourselves in a designated chapter: please review.