Warning: Non-consensual Knives x Vash content.

The Reason

Vash stared down at his body.

"I don't know if it made it better or worse that he didn't actually want to hurt me. He would always start out as if it were love, and call me brother, and say how beautiful I was."

Vash was shaking his head now.

"But I would always struggle, how could I not? I've told you enough of what happened. There's no describing that kind of pain."

He sighed, looking away.

"So I had to get in worse and worse fights, make more and more mistakes. So no one can ever call me beautiful again."

(Who is he talking to? I'm leaving that one up to you)