Vash the Stampede
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I know that Knives is near; I know he's waiting for me. In a way, I'm waiting for him myself as well…I have a decision to make.
To follow the beliefs I share with Rem or rid this world of pure destruction? Either way, someone must die…Knives, or countless humans who know so little of the evil that hangs over them? I can't finish this and continue to act as a pacifist; no matter what I do, my nature must be abandoned. So the question comes down to this: will one die or many?
That answer should be obvious, but for that one to die, there must be murder…a cold-blooded murder. And while Knives is hardly and innocent victim, can I really coat my hands with blood as did he?
The killings of many are not my fault, but I still take the blame…I know who this Deliverer of Death is, I know I could stop it. We're matched in strength and artillery, but I have the mental advantage as a maneuvering pacifist. But can I give up on that pacifism in order to keep peace? Then I'm nothing but a lowly hypocrite.
There's nothing to be done, Rem…I have no answer.
It lives a bitter taste in my mouth to know that beings cannot survive without slaughtering one another in the name of divine right and peace. What's the value of life if people can so easily throw it away? These humans think they have the right to put prices on creatures with souls and emotions of their own? They think they can simply loop a price tag around each other's necks and hang them from the string?
I find myself growing angry at this arrogant race and fear that I'm beginning to see the world through Knives's eyes more and more with each passing day. I see the brutality, the greed, the lust, the anger, and I wonder…is it worth the pain? Is it worth all my pain to protect these selfish creatures?
Of course, they're not all bad…Rem was pure; Wolfwood is a good man, even if he is a killer. The children…children are born with only the ability to love, not to hate or to kill. They learn that as they grow, but they're sweet angels in the beginning of their lives. Yes, it's worth the pain to know that those children might have a chance to grow without so much hate in their souls.
That is why I struggle with myself and the world…that is why, against all odds, I remain Vash the Stampede. The Sixty Billion Double Dollar Man. The Humanoid Typhoon. The pacifist capable of g-grade damage. The devil and the angel rolled up into a red coat and thrown to the world to act as protector and killer. Those children…the children inside of all of mankind are why I suffer.
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Author's Note: you know the drill...I'd say more, but I'm afraid they'll take away my short sentences at the bottom of ecah chapter too. Please review for the sake of my sanity.
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I know that Knives is near; I know he's waiting for me. In a way, I'm waiting for him myself as well…I have a decision to make.
To follow the beliefs I share with Rem or rid this world of pure destruction? Either way, someone must die…Knives, or countless humans who know so little of the evil that hangs over them? I can't finish this and continue to act as a pacifist; no matter what I do, my nature must be abandoned. So the question comes down to this: will one die or many?
That answer should be obvious, but for that one to die, there must be murder…a cold-blooded murder. And while Knives is hardly and innocent victim, can I really coat my hands with blood as did he?
The killings of many are not my fault, but I still take the blame…I know who this Deliverer of Death is, I know I could stop it. We're matched in strength and artillery, but I have the mental advantage as a maneuvering pacifist. But can I give up on that pacifism in order to keep peace? Then I'm nothing but a lowly hypocrite.
There's nothing to be done, Rem…I have no answer.
It lives a bitter taste in my mouth to know that beings cannot survive without slaughtering one another in the name of divine right and peace. What's the value of life if people can so easily throw it away? These humans think they have the right to put prices on creatures with souls and emotions of their own? They think they can simply loop a price tag around each other's necks and hang them from the string?
I find myself growing angry at this arrogant race and fear that I'm beginning to see the world through Knives's eyes more and more with each passing day. I see the brutality, the greed, the lust, the anger, and I wonder…is it worth the pain? Is it worth all my pain to protect these selfish creatures?
Of course, they're not all bad…Rem was pure; Wolfwood is a good man, even if he is a killer. The children…children are born with only the ability to love, not to hate or to kill. They learn that as they grow, but they're sweet angels in the beginning of their lives. Yes, it's worth the pain to know that those children might have a chance to grow without so much hate in their souls.
That is why I struggle with myself and the world…that is why, against all odds, I remain Vash the Stampede. The Sixty Billion Double Dollar Man. The Humanoid Typhoon. The pacifist capable of g-grade damage. The devil and the angel rolled up into a red coat and thrown to the world to act as protector and killer. Those children…the children inside of all of mankind are why I suffer.
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Author's Note: you know the drill...I'd say more, but I'm afraid they'll take away my short sentences at the bottom of ecah chapter too. Please review for the sake of my sanity.