It was supposed to be different. There were supposed to be people everywhere, and plants. And water. And food. And—and people, dammit. Billions of people.
Vash couldn't even wipe away his tears without rubbing hard, gritty sand into his eyes. This was all wrong. He was supposed to have a shower to wash off in, to share with the crew and Rem and his brother, who slept fitfully beside him.
Vash wasn't fooled. That thing wasn't his brother. His brother loved life, and he never smirked like that.
His real brother had died with the futures of all those people...