Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ After The End of All ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: alythia 
Is this... EDEN?
[and something for us to ponder about]
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.09.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Is this... EDEN?
[and something for us to ponder about]
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.09.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Not Mine. ;p
Spoilers: (author scans over the whole chapter) (and reads it again) (and browsed it for the trillionth time) …Wow. Amazingly no spoilies in this chappie.
Beta: Alaena Night, she is. She’s the most amazing beta any writer would have ever hoped for! LoVe You!!! XD (grabs Alaena-san in a bear hug)
A/N: Knives being all mushy, Vash a bit more talkative, and Chronica a bit like a mother hen. … Wait. This explanation can also be utilized in Part 6 as well. Oh well, this is the spoiler for the next chappie then. :p
There are those who are skeptical on how I’m delivering Knives’ personality. In my opinion, everything Knives have done before (the Big Fall, the murdering of human, somehow torturing Vash by sending the Gun-Ho-Guns, the intent on killing his own brother) was because he did what he thought was right and the best for him and his sibling. He tried to give his brother and kin a better future; without the humans that he sees as parasites which will eventually kill them, and leave all Plants “smoldering in the bottom of some trash heap” (Trigun Maximum, vol 8, ch 1, pg 29). He didn’t believe that humans can change to the best, like Vash did. So he opt to get rid of the vermin, and take both of them “back to peaceful times” (quoted from Trigun Maximum, vol 8, ch 1, pg 36; which Knives had said himself).
He wanted to live with his brother and ‘sisters’, in a world void of humans; peacefully.
Read Knives’ dialogue from Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 4:
“I bet you learned a lot. Or should I say… ‘regained’. I figured that if I made your conscience heavy enough, you would ‘awaken’. Seems like it worked. It was obvious to me, though that there was no chance of them killing you. Do you get it now? The astronomically large difference between us and them. We cannot co-exist. When they kill ants, they don’t shed a tear, right? This is the exact same thing.”
From this, you can see that Knives was trying to reason Vash, out to agree to his ideologies. Here, you can see that the motive he sending Vash all the assassins was to convince his dear brother that Plants are very different compared to humans. That they will never be equals. That they can never ‘co-exist’.
And here’s a bit more (Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 16):
“You really think humans will accept us, who wields such amazing power? No fucking way!! They’d come and murder us without even a shred of regret!! The treatment they give to those who threaten their safety… you should know that more than anyone!!”
He concluded from all the scars, that Vash had gone through awful experiences throughout his association with humans. That after knowing who Vash was, they could not let him into their society because of the difference between them
That human will never accept them as they are.
But how did this shows that Knives really care for Vash?
Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 5:
“I won’t let you use that power. Your hair is turning black. Do you know what that means? That colour is… the darkness of decay. The way I see it, you’re much closer to death than I am!”
Here, Knives told Vash to stop using his power. Not because he thought that his brother would use the ability against him. The way I see it, it was solely because he was worried for Vash. His brother was slowly loosing his life through the use of his power; why would Knives not be concerned? And in the battle between them in this certain chapter, Knives only used blade-like protrusions that wraps around Vash, not slicing through him. See the difference here? He was determined to get his brother back to his side.
Then, why did he decide to kill his brother instead?
Well, after Vash retaliated with his guns and an equally long counter-speech (…) along with the attempt to use his Angel Arm, Knives just… snapped.
Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 25 & 26:
“I… told you… I won’t let you use your damn power!!!”
“I’ve been trying… to finish thing with you for a very long time… And now it looks like I’ve finally succeeded. It’s over. I’ve tried every other option. But now I’m going to have to fuse with you. At the very least, you can live on in me, VASH!!”
From this dialogue, Knives at last gave up at attempting to get his brother to side with him. And concluded that if he cannot save his brother from his blind trust to human, he better just take away his dear brother’s misery. By taking his life. Just like that.
…But, man… the more I think of it, the more I consider Knives as a selfish little brat… (sweat) To think I used more than THREE hours to write this down… My eyes hurt, and I’m getting a headache. TxT
Spoilers: (author scans over the whole chapter) (and reads it again) (and browsed it for the trillionth time) …Wow. Amazingly no spoilies in this chappie.
Beta: Alaena Night, she is. She’s the most amazing beta any writer would have ever hoped for! LoVe You!!! XD (grabs Alaena-san in a bear hug)
A/N: Knives being all mushy, Vash a bit more talkative, and Chronica a bit like a mother hen. … Wait. This explanation can also be utilized in Part 6 as well. Oh well, this is the spoiler for the next chappie then. :p
There are those who are skeptical on how I’m delivering Knives’ personality. In my opinion, everything Knives have done before (the Big Fall, the murdering of human, somehow torturing Vash by sending the Gun-Ho-Guns, the intent on killing his own brother) was because he did what he thought was right and the best for him and his sibling. He tried to give his brother and kin a better future; without the humans that he sees as parasites which will eventually kill them, and leave all Plants “smoldering in the bottom of some trash heap” (Trigun Maximum, vol 8, ch 1, pg 29). He didn’t believe that humans can change to the best, like Vash did. So he opt to get rid of the vermin, and take both of them “back to peaceful times” (quoted from Trigun Maximum, vol 8, ch 1, pg 36; which Knives had said himself).
He wanted to live with his brother and ‘sisters’, in a world void of humans; peacefully.
Read Knives’ dialogue from Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 4:
“I bet you learned a lot. Or should I say… ‘regained’. I figured that if I made your conscience heavy enough, you would ‘awaken’. Seems like it worked. It was obvious to me, though that there was no chance of them killing you. Do you get it now? The astronomically large difference between us and them. We cannot co-exist. When they kill ants, they don’t shed a tear, right? This is the exact same thing.”
From this, you can see that Knives was trying to reason Vash, out to agree to his ideologies. Here, you can see that the motive he sending Vash all the assassins was to convince his dear brother that Plants are very different compared to humans. That they will never be equals. That they can never ‘co-exist’.
And here’s a bit more (Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 16):
“You really think humans will accept us, who wields such amazing power? No fucking way!! They’d come and murder us without even a shred of regret!! The treatment they give to those who threaten their safety… you should know that more than anyone!!”
He concluded from all the scars, that Vash had gone through awful experiences throughout his association with humans. That after knowing who Vash was, they could not let him into their society because of the difference between them
That human will never accept them as they are.
But how did this shows that Knives really care for Vash?
Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 5:
“I won’t let you use that power. Your hair is turning black. Do you know what that means? That colour is… the darkness of decay. The way I see it, you’re much closer to death than I am!”
Here, Knives told Vash to stop using his power. Not because he thought that his brother would use the ability against him. The way I see it, it was solely because he was worried for Vash. His brother was slowly loosing his life through the use of his power; why would Knives not be concerned? And in the battle between them in this certain chapter, Knives only used blade-like protrusions that wraps around Vash, not slicing through him. See the difference here? He was determined to get his brother back to his side.
Then, why did he decide to kill his brother instead?
Well, after Vash retaliated with his guns and an equally long counter-speech (…) along with the attempt to use his Angel Arm, Knives just… snapped.
Trigun Maximum, vol 7, ch 6, pg 25 & 26:
“I… told you… I won’t let you use your damn power!!!”
“I’ve been trying… to finish thing with you for a very long time… And now it looks like I’ve finally succeeded. It’s over. I’ve tried every other option. But now I’m going to have to fuse with you. At the very least, you can live on in me, VASH!!”
From this dialogue, Knives at last gave up at attempting to get his brother to side with him. And concluded that if he cannot save his brother from his blind trust to human, he better just take away his dear brother’s misery. By taking his life. Just like that.
As a deduction, in contradiction to general belief, I consider Knives as quite rational, with a very REALISTIC view on how to take care of his issues… even with that infamous temper of his. A self-centered young man that consider himself to be at the right all the time, and will use every method possible to achieve his goal. One that takes care of things very directly; who will do whatever he likes, whenever he likes it. But, I also believe that he’s a very compassionate person (…or Plant) when it involves those he cared for. He smiled pleasantly when he met Vash back in July city (Trigun Maximum, vol 5, ch 3, pg 14), seeming like a very proud brother when he managed to trigger Vash’s Angel Arm (Trigun Maximum, vol 5, ch 3, pg 18). He even cried for this one Plant that died before he could ‘save’ her. (Trigun Maximum, vol 8, ch 1, pg 26) This is why I see him as a loving brother, even with all the torment he let Vash through.
At the end, he is just a guy with so much virtue, but too wrapped up into himself too see everything in a bigger view. One really frank boy, who is very forward with his thoughts, feelings, and actions. A reasonable man that considers everything at hand, before executing plans that we would consider impetuous. One who is really affectionate, but uses brute force to show his compassion. A very caring person, not wanting the ones he cares for to suffer any more than necessary, and will go to any length to stop the pain, even if he was forced to end that person’s life…
This is what I’m trying to portray. Another side of Knives that most of us didn’t see. A controversial version at best. Not the stereotype evil-Knives, but a passionate brother. I hope there are people out there that see him in this light as well. There is really not much we understand about these two brothers, so we mustn’t conform our minds to others’ point of view. We should also explore other possibilities too, right? (grins)
Just remember; in this fic, Knives doesn’t have to deal with annoying humans or an obstinate brother. A whole new window to view through, duncha think so? :DAt the end, he is just a guy with so much virtue, but too wrapped up into himself too see everything in a bigger view. One really frank boy, who is very forward with his thoughts, feelings, and actions. A reasonable man that considers everything at hand, before executing plans that we would consider impetuous. One who is really affectionate, but uses brute force to show his compassion. A very caring person, not wanting the ones he cares for to suffer any more than necessary, and will go to any length to stop the pain, even if he was forced to end that person’s life…
This is what I’m trying to portray. Another side of Knives that most of us didn’t see. A controversial version at best. Not the stereotype evil-Knives, but a passionate brother. I hope there are people out there that see him in this light as well. There is really not much we understand about these two brothers, so we mustn’t conform our minds to others’ point of view. We should also explore other possibilities too, right? (grins)
…But, man… the more I think of it, the more I consider Knives as a selfish little brat… (sweat) To think I used more than THREE hours to write this down… My eyes hurt, and I’m getting a headache. TxT
I hope I didn’t bore anyone to sleep… (sweat)(sweat) This explanation IS a bit TOO lengthy…
Those out there who want to give out their opinions regarding this issue, or just wanna offer plain feedbacks, please review or PM me, kay? :)
Well, then. Let’s go on with the story!! X3
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After The End of All
Part 5
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I’ve missed you so much, dear brother…
“You do know what to do, Knives?”
I ignored her.
It had been more than three weeks since the first time I was here. In this arctic-like chamber.
Since the last time I’d seen him. My brother…
I took hold of his right hand with both of mine, bringing it up to my face; reminiscing, recalling.
His seizure was so severe, it took more time than predicted to get him stabilized for another session of energy transfer.
It took so long, I was terrified that I might not be able to touch him again…
That I had already lost him…
“…I’ll be releasing you from the suppressor… now.”
The gush of overflowing energy was back. I tightened the grip of my left hand on his right, concentrating all my might to slowly, but surely, giving my energy to his Gate. Hoping that I could save him. Indefinitely. It may take time, but we have all the time we need. Right, Vashu?
Like before, I lowered my forehead onto his. Slowly closing my eyes, I tried to search for his consciousness. Trying to find him.
Vashu, where are you…?
I felt the odd feeling of warm breeze on my face.
I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the unusual, but predicted, expanse of geraniums. Red blossoms; under my feet, up in the blue skies. Wind; so relaxing to the mind.
I wouldn’t disapprove if I were to stay here forever with Vashu…
Because it was almost like the one place I’ve been searching for all my life…
“Knives?”
I turned my body around. There he was…
Smiling softly at me, he walked down from where he was standing on the small hill of crimson flora. To me.
At last, after almost a century, he was willing to come to me. Without any spitefulness; without any scheming from me to pull him back to my side.
He was willingly approaching me.
And it made me happier than I could ever imagine…
“Where were you? I’ve been waiting for you…”
Vash’s eyes were dancing with delight, imploring. Waiting for my answer.
“…I’ve always been by your side.”
…I sounded so cheesy.
He giggled at my reply, “No, you weren’t. I’ve always, always waited for you. When you were the one who made this place for me.” Vash merrily expanded both of his arms outwards, indicating the infinite breadth of red and blue around us.
“This… place?”
He chuckled more at my puzzled expression.
“Eden, you silly. Don’t you remember?”
Eden?
I swept my eyes across the horizons. The lovely scenery, the wonderful breeze, a beautiful brother… This place is…nice…
But is this really the Eden I’ve been searched for?
I turned to look back at Vash. He was only six feet away from me, beaming so proudly.
Something was not right…
This was not right…
This was not Eden.
I barely felt something touching my shoulder.
Vash and Eden suddenly freckled out of my vision, and I was staring down a pair of closed eyelids. Frosted eyelids.
“It’s time.”
Chronica pulled her hand away from my personal space, touching a few keys on a hologrammed keyboard.
As I felt my powers dwindling, I slowly released my grip from his cold hands. Wishing that I could go back to where he was.
Even to that pseudo-Eden…
Because he was there, it felt so right, so heavenly…
I turned my back to his prone body, and walked myself out of the chilling chamber. Not daring to see him led back into that vessel of his.
I just couldn't.
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“Did you get it?”
Chronica nodded, “Yes.”
After a few weeks of observing and evaluating, I came to respect her. She may not be the most fun person to get stuck with, but her calm and wise demeanor really was more tolerable to deal with, when compared to most humans. May also be the fact that she wasn’t a human herself, that I could put up with her. She probably had yet to forgive me for the incident regarding her Plant friend, Domina; but she seemed to be very professional with her task; which was to assist my brother’s recuperation, and to keep a steady eye on me. I have yet to like her presence, but not many have deserved my deference.
But she did. More than ever, when she suggested this particular idea.
Recording of Vash’s consciousness.
With the aid of her psycho-analytical powers, and the support of an electroencephalogram to detect and measure the electrical activity of the brain – both mine and Vash’s – we were able to record everything that I’ve seen. Because she couldn’t tap into Vash’s closed mind, I let her come into mine.
Even though I voluntarily allowed her to do so, I wasn’t very happy for the fact that I couldn’t spend my precious limited time with Vashu, alone…
At least she can’t hear anything, just see.
There was still privacy of thoughts in this place, I thought ironically.
We proceeded to watch, and analyze everything. From the moment I dived into Vash’s psyche, until the time I left.
And the result was astonishing.
And startling.
While his body was degrading, his mind pushed his own consciousness away from the pain; giving him a place to reside in; a refuge.
The so-called Eden…
But as it protected Vash’s fragile state of mind, his physical condition worsened. Because, without the support of the owner’s will to live, an already-degrading body would not heal itself; even after all the medical attention the humans provided. And sooner or later, both mind and body would surely die.
I will never let that happen…
And, even though it felt like I only spent a mere five minutes with him, Chronica told me that I’d been crouching over my brother’s unmoving body for more than an hour back then.
That explained the back aches.
From what little conversation I had with Vashu, we assessed that he had no recollections of very much of anything. Anything of what has happened, or was happening around him… Except that he knew who I was…
“I’ve always, always waited for you.”
It was painful, seeing a glimpse of those empty eyes…
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It had been twenty hours since then.
I continued to study the glaring monitor; scrutinizing the peaks and lows of the special curvature graft of Vash’s Gate’s opening. I was yawning non-stop ever since the energy transfer. I knew that transmission of power from one Plant to another is a very tiring process. Even more exhausting than when I utilized my Angel Blades to wipe out a whole city. I was knocked out after the first time. But I was too stubborn to rest now, because Vash needed all the help he can get…
I’m starting to acknowledge the miracles of a cup of coffee. No wonder the humans literally worshipped this particular drink. I vaguely recalled one of my pawns with the saxophone – what was his name… Ho…freak..? – usually have a cup or so every morning. I can smell the enticing aroma even from my fortified chambers. I was intrigued by the sweet smelling concoction, but back then I preferred a glass of red wine. One as crimson as Vashu’s coat…
Chronica stepped to my side. She left here a few hours back, to check on my brother’s well being. “Found anything yet?”
I rubbed my temples, tired of thinking too much. “None. The peaks are too consistent; the waveforms too immaterial to clarify its significance. Not even the MRI, nor the EEG are revealing any abnormalities, irregularities or internal injuries in the brain. There is virtually nothing that I can use here.”
“Then get some rest. I’ll take over from here. It is essential for you to get back your strength for the next session.”
I hesitated, glancing at Vash’s frozen visage on the monitor.
Chronica seemed to sense my indecisiveness. “He is doing very well. Better than we could have expected from just two energy transfers. The healing of his body seems to be improving. This mission is very much a success. It will take only another 26 hours before we could prepare him for the next session.”
This was one of the few times I didn’t mind her perusing at my psyche. Her answer to my unspoken question was somewhat settling.
“I leave this with you then. And do not read my thoughts anymore, you hear me?”
She was worthy of my trust. Still, it didn’t mean I should come to like her.
But she was right about one thing.
I absolutely needed some sleep. My drooping eyes were a murder to keep reading with. Even murdering was so much easier to deal with…
I walked out of the archive, stretching and yawning all my way back to my quarters.
Until next time, Vashu… Wait for me.
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TURN TO THE NEXT EPISODE.
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Those out there who want to give out their opinions regarding this issue, or just wanna offer plain feedbacks, please review or PM me, kay? :)
Well, then. Let’s go on with the story!! X3
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After The End of All
Part 5
----------------
I’ve missed you so much, dear brother…
“You do know what to do, Knives?”
I ignored her.
It had been more than three weeks since the first time I was here. In this arctic-like chamber.
Since the last time I’d seen him. My brother…
I took hold of his right hand with both of mine, bringing it up to my face; reminiscing, recalling.
His seizure was so severe, it took more time than predicted to get him stabilized for another session of energy transfer.
It took so long, I was terrified that I might not be able to touch him again…
That I had already lost him…
“…I’ll be releasing you from the suppressor… now.”
The gush of overflowing energy was back. I tightened the grip of my left hand on his right, concentrating all my might to slowly, but surely, giving my energy to his Gate. Hoping that I could save him. Indefinitely. It may take time, but we have all the time we need. Right, Vashu?
Like before, I lowered my forehead onto his. Slowly closing my eyes, I tried to search for his consciousness. Trying to find him.
Vashu, where are you…?
I felt the odd feeling of warm breeze on my face.
I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the unusual, but predicted, expanse of geraniums. Red blossoms; under my feet, up in the blue skies. Wind; so relaxing to the mind.
I wouldn’t disapprove if I were to stay here forever with Vashu…
Because it was almost like the one place I’ve been searching for all my life…
“Knives?”
I turned my body around. There he was…
Smiling softly at me, he walked down from where he was standing on the small hill of crimson flora. To me.
At last, after almost a century, he was willing to come to me. Without any spitefulness; without any scheming from me to pull him back to my side.
He was willingly approaching me.
And it made me happier than I could ever imagine…
“Where were you? I’ve been waiting for you…”
Vash’s eyes were dancing with delight, imploring. Waiting for my answer.
“…I’ve always been by your side.”
…I sounded so cheesy.
He giggled at my reply, “No, you weren’t. I’ve always, always waited for you. When you were the one who made this place for me.” Vash merrily expanded both of his arms outwards, indicating the infinite breadth of red and blue around us.
“This… place?”
He chuckled more at my puzzled expression.
“Eden, you silly. Don’t you remember?”
Eden?
I swept my eyes across the horizons. The lovely scenery, the wonderful breeze, a beautiful brother… This place is…nice…
But is this really the Eden I’ve been searched for?
I turned to look back at Vash. He was only six feet away from me, beaming so proudly.
Something was not right…
This was not right…
This was not Eden.
I barely felt something touching my shoulder.
Vash and Eden suddenly freckled out of my vision, and I was staring down a pair of closed eyelids. Frosted eyelids.
“It’s time.”
Chronica pulled her hand away from my personal space, touching a few keys on a hologrammed keyboard.
As I felt my powers dwindling, I slowly released my grip from his cold hands. Wishing that I could go back to where he was.
Even to that pseudo-Eden…
Because he was there, it felt so right, so heavenly…
I turned my back to his prone body, and walked myself out of the chilling chamber. Not daring to see him led back into that vessel of his.
I just couldn't.
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“Did you get it?”
Chronica nodded, “Yes.”
After a few weeks of observing and evaluating, I came to respect her. She may not be the most fun person to get stuck with, but her calm and wise demeanor really was more tolerable to deal with, when compared to most humans. May also be the fact that she wasn’t a human herself, that I could put up with her. She probably had yet to forgive me for the incident regarding her Plant friend, Domina; but she seemed to be very professional with her task; which was to assist my brother’s recuperation, and to keep a steady eye on me. I have yet to like her presence, but not many have deserved my deference.
But she did. More than ever, when she suggested this particular idea.
Recording of Vash’s consciousness.
With the aid of her psycho-analytical powers, and the support of an electroencephalogram to detect and measure the electrical activity of the brain – both mine and Vash’s – we were able to record everything that I’ve seen. Because she couldn’t tap into Vash’s closed mind, I let her come into mine.
Even though I voluntarily allowed her to do so, I wasn’t very happy for the fact that I couldn’t spend my precious limited time with Vashu, alone…
At least she can’t hear anything, just see.
There was still privacy of thoughts in this place, I thought ironically.
We proceeded to watch, and analyze everything. From the moment I dived into Vash’s psyche, until the time I left.
And the result was astonishing.
And startling.
While his body was degrading, his mind pushed his own consciousness away from the pain; giving him a place to reside in; a refuge.
The so-called Eden…
But as it protected Vash’s fragile state of mind, his physical condition worsened. Because, without the support of the owner’s will to live, an already-degrading body would not heal itself; even after all the medical attention the humans provided. And sooner or later, both mind and body would surely die.
I will never let that happen…
And, even though it felt like I only spent a mere five minutes with him, Chronica told me that I’d been crouching over my brother’s unmoving body for more than an hour back then.
That explained the back aches.
From what little conversation I had with Vashu, we assessed that he had no recollections of very much of anything. Anything of what has happened, or was happening around him… Except that he knew who I was…
“I’ve always, always waited for you.”
It was painful, seeing a glimpse of those empty eyes…
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It had been twenty hours since then.
I continued to study the glaring monitor; scrutinizing the peaks and lows of the special curvature graft of Vash’s Gate’s opening. I was yawning non-stop ever since the energy transfer. I knew that transmission of power from one Plant to another is a very tiring process. Even more exhausting than when I utilized my Angel Blades to wipe out a whole city. I was knocked out after the first time. But I was too stubborn to rest now, because Vash needed all the help he can get…
I’m starting to acknowledge the miracles of a cup of coffee. No wonder the humans literally worshipped this particular drink. I vaguely recalled one of my pawns with the saxophone – what was his name… Ho…freak..? – usually have a cup or so every morning. I can smell the enticing aroma even from my fortified chambers. I was intrigued by the sweet smelling concoction, but back then I preferred a glass of red wine. One as crimson as Vashu’s coat…
Chronica stepped to my side. She left here a few hours back, to check on my brother’s well being. “Found anything yet?”
I rubbed my temples, tired of thinking too much. “None. The peaks are too consistent; the waveforms too immaterial to clarify its significance. Not even the MRI, nor the EEG are revealing any abnormalities, irregularities or internal injuries in the brain. There is virtually nothing that I can use here.”
“Then get some rest. I’ll take over from here. It is essential for you to get back your strength for the next session.”
I hesitated, glancing at Vash’s frozen visage on the monitor.
Chronica seemed to sense my indecisiveness. “He is doing very well. Better than we could have expected from just two energy transfers. The healing of his body seems to be improving. This mission is very much a success. It will take only another 26 hours before we could prepare him for the next session.”
This was one of the few times I didn’t mind her perusing at my psyche. Her answer to my unspoken question was somewhat settling.
“I leave this with you then. And do not read my thoughts anymore, you hear me?”
She was worthy of my trust. Still, it didn’t mean I should come to like her.
But she was right about one thing.
I absolutely needed some sleep. My drooping eyes were a murder to keep reading with. Even murdering was so much easier to deal with…
I walked out of the archive, stretching and yawning all my way back to my quarters.
Until next time, Vashu… Wait for me.
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TURN TO THE NEXT EPISODE.
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