I don't want to be alone...
There's a thought I had today, lying alone and wounded in this bed, in a silent room, in a house built by human scum. What if I can't make Vash understand?
I must confess, until that point I had not given up hope that my brother would regain his senses and realize that humanity was beyond saving. That they must succomb to the laws of evolution which state that the imperfect will be replaced by those better adapted to survive. Humans are maladapted, they are flawed and weak, and it has only been luck that has carried them thus far. Luck and the blood of our people. When our paths first parted out in the sandy deserts of this prison planet, I knew Vash would realize this eventually. After a few years with their worthless kind, he would accept humanity's fate and seek out my company once again. I would take no action against the vermin until Vash realized this truth for himself.
But over eighty years passed, and there was no such epiphany. It was as though he walked about this planet with his eyes clamped tightly shut and his fingers stuck into his ears, humming loudly to block out the evidence surrounding him. The fighting, the wars. The scars of human hatred lining his godlike plant body. How could he not see homo sapiens in a truthful light?
I attributed it to the lasting memory of Rem on this planet. So it was erradicated. In July, I exterminated the last scion of that, the imperfect line of Rem Saverem on this world. But it was not enough: and he even turned his gun on me. Me, of all people! His own brother, flesh and blood! I knew then that time alone could not teach Vash the truth.
So the next plan was put into action. But in my heed to teach him the truth, I was too harsh: I realize that now. How it pained me to see him suffer so, how I longed simply to go to him and explain in words that I bore no hatred for him nor had I ever. This was merely a lesson, and once it was all over, we could be at peace once again. At peace with our own kind in Eden. But if there is one thing about my brother that I know for certain, it is that Vash has a put up a barrier against my words. When I speak, I might as well emit nonsensical syllables for all that he takes heed of me. No, he has never listened to me the way that he listened to that wretched Rem Saverem.
And so words have failed me. And now, too, has action. I begin to suspect that there will be no saving Vash from the permanent damage that has been inflicted on him by that bloodthirsty race. He will forever stand between me and my goals, between myself and the cleansing of this planet. But, what then, I have to wonder: with Vash gone, the planet will be empty except for my brethren trapped in their bulbous prisons... and they have long ceased speaking with me. And they, like my brother, have never listened.
Is this true, I wonder. Millions Knives second-guessing himself and his ultimate plan? No, no, this cannot be. I merely have not yet seen the acceptable course of action that will lead Vash back to my side once again. Still, the possibility exists, that vague probability that I will be forever trapped, exiled, on this deserted planet without a soul to communicate with. Vash, why do you torment me so? With your adament refusal to accept the truth, why do you punish me?
I don't want to be alone.
There's a thought I had today, lying alone and wounded in this bed, in a silent room, in a house built by human scum. What if I can't make Vash understand?
I must confess, until that point I had not given up hope that my brother would regain his senses and realize that humanity was beyond saving. That they must succomb to the laws of evolution which state that the imperfect will be replaced by those better adapted to survive. Humans are maladapted, they are flawed and weak, and it has only been luck that has carried them thus far. Luck and the blood of our people. When our paths first parted out in the sandy deserts of this prison planet, I knew Vash would realize this eventually. After a few years with their worthless kind, he would accept humanity's fate and seek out my company once again. I would take no action against the vermin until Vash realized this truth for himself.
But over eighty years passed, and there was no such epiphany. It was as though he walked about this planet with his eyes clamped tightly shut and his fingers stuck into his ears, humming loudly to block out the evidence surrounding him. The fighting, the wars. The scars of human hatred lining his godlike plant body. How could he not see homo sapiens in a truthful light?
I attributed it to the lasting memory of Rem on this planet. So it was erradicated. In July, I exterminated the last scion of that, the imperfect line of Rem Saverem on this world. But it was not enough: and he even turned his gun on me. Me, of all people! His own brother, flesh and blood! I knew then that time alone could not teach Vash the truth.
So the next plan was put into action. But in my heed to teach him the truth, I was too harsh: I realize that now. How it pained me to see him suffer so, how I longed simply to go to him and explain in words that I bore no hatred for him nor had I ever. This was merely a lesson, and once it was all over, we could be at peace once again. At peace with our own kind in Eden. But if there is one thing about my brother that I know for certain, it is that Vash has a put up a barrier against my words. When I speak, I might as well emit nonsensical syllables for all that he takes heed of me. No, he has never listened to me the way that he listened to that wretched Rem Saverem.
And so words have failed me. And now, too, has action. I begin to suspect that there will be no saving Vash from the permanent damage that has been inflicted on him by that bloodthirsty race. He will forever stand between me and my goals, between myself and the cleansing of this planet. But, what then, I have to wonder: with Vash gone, the planet will be empty except for my brethren trapped in their bulbous prisons... and they have long ceased speaking with me. And they, like my brother, have never listened.
Is this true, I wonder. Millions Knives second-guessing himself and his ultimate plan? No, no, this cannot be. I merely have not yet seen the acceptable course of action that will lead Vash back to my side once again. Still, the possibility exists, that vague probability that I will be forever trapped, exiled, on this deserted planet without a soul to communicate with. Vash, why do you torment me so? With your adament refusal to accept the truth, why do you punish me?
I don't want to be alone.
