Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ After The End of All ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: alythia 
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.09.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.09.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I’m a lowly being that would never own these great characters I used in this fic. So please dun sue me… T-T
Spoilers: Naaaaa’ah. None! Yay me. :3
Beta: Alaena Night, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I – (CHOP!)
(a tall, lanky figure picks up the decapitated head by the hair, whilst it is still reciting “I Love You” animatedly) (Knives levels the severed head with his face, glowering at it) “Hey, couldn’t ya just SHUT UP? I’m trying to enjoy the time I have left in this ugly barren world with my bro here…”
“Ah, Knives! What have you done?”
“Drats…” (left Knives’ lips as Vash trudges to the middle of the monitor and yanks the noisily chanting head from his brother’s grip, glaring – unsuccessfully, coz he looks more like pouting – at the head-chopping villain) “Knives, how many times must I tell you. You should not go and behead anyone at whim. And absolutely not the author! You can’t let me stuck in that cylinder indefinitely… It’s cold there, and I’ll get lonely! Fuaaaann!”
(Vash’s angry sermons suddenly changes to Vash weeping loudly while hugging tightly onto the now-crying-along-with-him-coz-god-knows-why head) (Knives fusses over Vash, trying to calm him down fretfully. But the wailing head isn’t helping by wailing some more… The insanity. XD )
A/N: Knives’ thought lengthily and flashbacked a huge part of this fic, Vash still OOC, and Chronica talking waaay to much.
…writing an author note just five hours after a traumatizing car accident is not a very good idea… (sniffles)
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After The End of All
Part 6
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“Knives!”
He ran merrily towards me this time. Not waiting, not walking; but running.
But I have to keep my cool, you see. I am the rock to his water. Ever waiting for him to come to me…
His hurried steps slowed down as he was nearing me. He clutched onto the blue clothing of my chest – seeming even more delighted, maybe for the fact that I was real, I was there, with him –, and proceeded to embrace me in a warm brotherly hug. I rejoiced in the embrace, returning it to the giver.
“I’ve missed you, dear brother.”
The way he whispered those words to my ear sent delighted shivers through my spine.
He tightened his grasp onto me momentarily, then released his hold of me. I reluctantly let him go as well.
I smiled gentlest smile I could muster. “Long time no see you too, Vashu.”
He chuckled good-naturedly. “Well, it’s not all the time you can keep me company. I just have to satisfy myself with a few minutes with you on very few intervals. That was all I asked for from you, anyway. You have given me all I’ve ever needed…” he beamed his response to me, spreading his arms, indicating to the pasture of flowers that surrounded us.
I have…?
How much of his memories were twisted to accommodate his staying here?
“I really like this place, Knives. Thanks for everything… You have been a very good brother to me. I don’t know how to repay you…” he smiled softly at me.
Why, then, did I feel that all of his smiles were empty?
“You know that I’ll do just anything for you…”
Are you lying to me, Vashu?
He snickered; an indication of the Vash that I once knew, “Of course you do. Cute little bastard with a brother complex.”
I was flabbergasted at his forwardness. Me, cute? You’re the cute one! Colored by embarrassment, I retorted, “Well, you like me just the way I am, right?”
The delighted curve of his lips told all.
However, I wasn’t satisfied with the situation at hand. “But, Vashu. Are you happy here?”
“…Of course. Why should I not be happy in our Eden?”
I can sense the hesitation in Vash’s voice.
“You said you missed me; I’m not here all the time. Isn’t there anyone else to keep you company?”
He stared ludicrously at me, a confused smile tarnishing his brilliant features, “What nonsense are you talking about, Knives? There isn’t anyone in this world except you and me. Don’t you remember?”
…I see.
I felt a soft tapping on my shoulder, signaling for me to leave.
I didn’t want to leave, but if I delayed this longer than necessary, Vashu would be the one that suffered…
The scenery around me flickered briefly.
He seemed to understand, giving me a longing smile… “Go.”
I’m sorry, Vashu…
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“…it’s a good thing he made it in just in time. If there was another 12.63 seconds delay, I wasn’t sure if he could survive the repercussion attack this time.”
Chronica sighed into the monitor in front of her, glaring at me like a mother who found her child’s hand in an off-limits cookie jar.
She had made it clear that I should have left Vashu’s consciousness by the time she touched me.
I didn’t know that a second in Vash’s mind was equivalent to 1.74 minutes in the real world. She gave me a 5-minute advance in notice, but it was insufficient. I was reluctant to leave, that’s why.
I scowled back at her. I wasn’t one to give out without a fight, even though it was undoubtedly my fault.
Then I yawned, long and loud.
This dizzy, sleepy spell wasn’t helping me, though…
She blinked; mildly taken aback with my yawning. She returned her attention to the computer monitor, “You better go to bed. You can’t assess the matter at hand with highest precision if you are lethargic. I can process what I have obtained for now. We can discuss your exchange with Vash later.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are not my mother.”
I scarcely discerned her lips curving up, and mouthing something that looked a lot like “I am. To two big boys.” Really funny, mom…
She was slowly, but surely, lowering her guard to me. I was feeling a tad glad at the thought. Though, it was going to take hell of a longer time to crack through that ice of hers.
You see, this place is a boring place to be without someone to argue with. I still haven’t got any way to get her back about the damned wheelchair. I am a very vengeful person.
Back in the SEEDs ship, I used to quarrel with Vash all the time; at least twice a week. But we made up most of the time. Usually the argument started with us not agreeing with each other about small things. As an example, we got into a fight because of this one question: Which was prettier, geraniums or butterflies? Vash said that geraniums were the prettiest thing in the world ever – after that woman, Rem of course. Obviously said that because of her attachment with the flowers –, while I disputed saying that it was just food for the prettier butterfly; almost saying that Vash is the prettiest being ever. Didn’t say it though. Once, I did tell him that he was cute. “Cuter than that cute girl in the cold sleep!” I childishly added. Well, it led to a whole day of him pouting and sulking because he didn’t like the term that made him sounded feminine. Hope he doesn’t mind it now, as I still see him as cute…
That was one stupid matter to argue about, really. But both of us were such brick-heads. It took Rem three days to get us back together. With a lot of persuasion to the both of us. She stressed that every individual has their own point of view of what beauty is. We shouldn’t argue about that, because it would be quite pointless. With both of us siblings being obstinate, it just made everything worse. At last, we did reconcile. Then, I told him the truth; that I saw him as the most beautiful being in the whole universe. He locked himself in his room for the next ten hours, reluctantly opening his door after a lot of coaxing from Rem and cajoling from me. No need for apologizing though. I was saying the truth.
I recalled Vash saying I have a brother complex. I smirked to myself. A really severe one, I must say….
As reluctant as I was to leave, I grudgingly agreed to Chronica; that I desperately need my rest.
With a last glance to the still being in the cylinder tank, I trudged my way out of the cold chambers.
Somehow, I managed to stay back after the energy transfer; watching – petrified – as the tubes and wires were attached back onto Vash’s prone body, one by one; by mechanized arm-like extrusions. I was sickened, to a point I gagged; almost throwing up right there and then.
At least the tubes on his face were now replaced with a face mask like my own back in my coffin.
That little detail made me genuinely pleased.
Because this meant that I could now ogle at his peaceful visage through the transparent mask, not worrying if Vash was choking on the tube in his mouth. I knew that it was a childish thought. ‘But I am childish…’ I grudgingly admitted to myself.
I went to bed with sleep of disturbing dreams; of Vash.
Alone, in the heaven he created himself. Smiling still; emptily, full of loneliness he didn’t understand himself…
All alone…
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“That was what he said to me.”
I had returned to my regular seat in the archive, in front of the main monitor. Chronica and I were currently discussing my tête-à-tête with Vash. I had just woke up after four hours of inconsistent sleep; once in a while waking up from upsetting nightmares, which most I could not remember. But, I did remember one.
Vash’s empty eyes.
Looking at me with utmost trust; absolute conviction to everything that was me. Smiling those sorrowful grins, trying to make sense of what was going on, when he could not remember anything…
It scared me.
So much that I didn’t dare to go back to sleep. Because I didn’t want to experience that dream again… Because I knew… I knew…
It was my fault… for him to suffer like this…
Of course the spiders were also at fault. They took him away from me; his sanctuary, his brother. I hated her for luring him away, with her sweet promises of pleasant mannered humans. That they could change, that they would at last accept us. Forcing me to try and make Vash oblige to my point of view; that they are parasites after all. But her poisonous words were already at effect. Her obtuse ideologies was forever etched into his mind. I can’t save him from that, but I could try to beat it out of him. Thus all the abuse I imposed on his fragile body. Using force to make him come back to me…
I used to not care how Vash would feel from all the torment I made him go through, as long as I could have him return to my side. But I still couldn’t let go of the feeling of guilt every time I thought of Vash in his current state…
So I had to make things right. Just like the way it was when we were children… I will claim you back from her, Vashu…
Chronica solemnly contemplated any possibilities on how to approach Vash’s situation, which my little chat with Vash may have been able to reveal.
“It seems that you are the main source of his current state of distress.”
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet onto the floor like a chided kid. Oh, thank you so much for enlightening me of that little detail… “You didn’t need to declare it to the whole ship. There are only the two of us here who are all ears. The third one of our trio party is currently suffering from an irreversible degradation process that may be aggravated by the fact that he has no idea whatsoever that he is in pain in the first place. Either physically or psychologically. Which makes his healing a lot more complicated to deal with.”
There. I’ve said it: my insecurities. Happy?
Chronica appeared to be taking no notice of my ranting. “From what we can see, he is suppressing any memories that has any indication of relations; responsibilities to the outside world. His mind is closing him in; away from anything that may interfere, or remind him of his past. To make him stay. In that make-believe Eden… But only the memories of you were retained. However warped it was. The question now is; why?”
Responsibilities…? “He did say that I was the one providing him with the so-called Eden. This may be his way of reasoning the existence of the mythical place in the first place.” But… why me? Not her…?
“True. But why you? Why not another of his acquaintance? Why would it not be the individual that raised you? That person must have been the one who instilled the ideas of Eden to both of you, right?”
I frowned at her. How could she know…? I can feel it if she was dwelling through my brain, my memories. But she wasn’t. She was a person of dignity, and won’t even think of doing anything that despicable, now that I wasn’t doing anything of malice. I was sure of that, at least.
Chronica gazed deeply into my eyes… “The Independants’ ideologies are shaped throughout the first year of birth; until we were considered adolescents by human standards. And we’ll carry that belief throughout our whole existence; until the end of our lives. I was educated to serve; to assist those who raised me. I have faith in them, and they respect me fro who I am; however different I am compared to them. That is why I am now here. In front of you. Your situation is similar to mine; raised by humans that saved you from experimentation of curious ideals, those without regards of moral ethics. Our adopted parents instilled philosophies that are with us until now; and until the day we were cease to exist. We cannot erase them, but twisted idealisms were unavoidable at times…” she explained, somewhat knowingly.
I reflected on her justification. She was right; Because that woman… because Rem had repeatedly told us again and again of the fabled Eden, with hope that we’d acknowledge the reality in which humans and Plant maybe – just maybe – can live happily together, that I had truly believed with the existent of Eden. But to me, Eden is a place where there are no humans; a place only for Vash and I to live together, forever, happily ever after. I didn’t want anything to happen to my dear brother; like the torture Tessla had gone through. Not daring to take any chances. Not willing to share him with anyone… But to Vash, his Eden is where humans and Plants can co-exist, live with respect of each other’s existence. He wanted – no, needed – contact with humans. Those that Rem saved from destruction. Those he sees as replacements of her… The countless humans he encountered with. Those he had befriended with… He really believed in these vermin, just as he had with Rem. That they can change. That they can at last accept us…
Hmpt. And where had that brought him? Dying in a cylinder, stuck in his own head in that warped Eden of his.
With all these thoughts running through my head like wildfire, I was starting to doubt whether we really are twins… We do have the same features, more or less. Our faces are almost the same. Our statures are of almost the same built; just that I tend to be a bit higher than Vash is. Around an inch, I believe. Still am. But our similarities are only limited to our physical appearance. The way we think, the way we cope with emotional struggles; all are very dissimilar. Shouldn’t twins have the same mindset about, well, everything? That’s what I read before…
A click resounded in my subconscious.
Did she lied to us…? There is a possibility that we are not really twins… Maybe we came from different Plants; conceived at the same period of time, coincidentally have the same face…
Then he’s not my brother?
I mutely harrumphed to myself. Rem may be a conniving little bitch with ideals too high for her own sake, but she was no liar. Just a dreamer, with no sense of limit to the trust she put on the people of her species… And more, those books I read only involved human twins. Maybe being Plant twins had another meaning all together…
Chronica, who was in a contemplative silence, decided to continue, “For one reason or another, he recognizes you, and probably, only you. We should use this situation to our advantage, then. With his body healing well, I may be able to slip into his awareness. But forced revival at this point is a double-edged sword. The risks are too high. Only around thirty five percent success ratio. 34.7443 to be precise. He might wake up from his coma, but it is a possibility that he would retain his mentality from his current state of mind. We could not risk that, now could we.”
…is that so.
I gripped my hands together in resolution.
And smiled.
“I understand.”
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TURN TO THE NEXT EPISODE.
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Spoilers: Naaaaa’ah. None! Yay me. :3
Beta: Alaena Night, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I – (CHOP!)
(a tall, lanky figure picks up the decapitated head by the hair, whilst it is still reciting “I Love You” animatedly) (Knives levels the severed head with his face, glowering at it) “Hey, couldn’t ya just SHUT UP? I’m trying to enjoy the time I have left in this ugly barren world with my bro here…”
“Ah, Knives! What have you done?”
“Drats…” (left Knives’ lips as Vash trudges to the middle of the monitor and yanks the noisily chanting head from his brother’s grip, glaring – unsuccessfully, coz he looks more like pouting – at the head-chopping villain) “Knives, how many times must I tell you. You should not go and behead anyone at whim. And absolutely not the author! You can’t let me stuck in that cylinder indefinitely… It’s cold there, and I’ll get lonely! Fuaaaann!”
(Vash’s angry sermons suddenly changes to Vash weeping loudly while hugging tightly onto the now-crying-along-with-him-coz-god-knows-why head) (Knives fusses over Vash, trying to calm him down fretfully. But the wailing head isn’t helping by wailing some more… The insanity. XD )
A/N: Knives’ thought lengthily and flashbacked a huge part of this fic, Vash still OOC, and Chronica talking waaay to much.
…writing an author note just five hours after a traumatizing car accident is not a very good idea… (sniffles)
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After The End of All
Part 6
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“Knives!”
He ran merrily towards me this time. Not waiting, not walking; but running.
But I have to keep my cool, you see. I am the rock to his water. Ever waiting for him to come to me…
His hurried steps slowed down as he was nearing me. He clutched onto the blue clothing of my chest – seeming even more delighted, maybe for the fact that I was real, I was there, with him –, and proceeded to embrace me in a warm brotherly hug. I rejoiced in the embrace, returning it to the giver.
“I’ve missed you, dear brother.”
The way he whispered those words to my ear sent delighted shivers through my spine.
He tightened his grasp onto me momentarily, then released his hold of me. I reluctantly let him go as well.
I smiled gentlest smile I could muster. “Long time no see you too, Vashu.”
He chuckled good-naturedly. “Well, it’s not all the time you can keep me company. I just have to satisfy myself with a few minutes with you on very few intervals. That was all I asked for from you, anyway. You have given me all I’ve ever needed…” he beamed his response to me, spreading his arms, indicating to the pasture of flowers that surrounded us.
I have…?
How much of his memories were twisted to accommodate his staying here?
“I really like this place, Knives. Thanks for everything… You have been a very good brother to me. I don’t know how to repay you…” he smiled softly at me.
Why, then, did I feel that all of his smiles were empty?
“You know that I’ll do just anything for you…”
Are you lying to me, Vashu?
He snickered; an indication of the Vash that I once knew, “Of course you do. Cute little bastard with a brother complex.”
I was flabbergasted at his forwardness. Me, cute? You’re the cute one! Colored by embarrassment, I retorted, “Well, you like me just the way I am, right?”
The delighted curve of his lips told all.
However, I wasn’t satisfied with the situation at hand. “But, Vashu. Are you happy here?”
“…Of course. Why should I not be happy in our Eden?”
I can sense the hesitation in Vash’s voice.
“You said you missed me; I’m not here all the time. Isn’t there anyone else to keep you company?”
He stared ludicrously at me, a confused smile tarnishing his brilliant features, “What nonsense are you talking about, Knives? There isn’t anyone in this world except you and me. Don’t you remember?”
…I see.
I felt a soft tapping on my shoulder, signaling for me to leave.
I didn’t want to leave, but if I delayed this longer than necessary, Vashu would be the one that suffered…
The scenery around me flickered briefly.
He seemed to understand, giving me a longing smile… “Go.”
I’m sorry, Vashu…
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“…it’s a good thing he made it in just in time. If there was another 12.63 seconds delay, I wasn’t sure if he could survive the repercussion attack this time.”
Chronica sighed into the monitor in front of her, glaring at me like a mother who found her child’s hand in an off-limits cookie jar.
She had made it clear that I should have left Vashu’s consciousness by the time she touched me.
I didn’t know that a second in Vash’s mind was equivalent to 1.74 minutes in the real world. She gave me a 5-minute advance in notice, but it was insufficient. I was reluctant to leave, that’s why.
I scowled back at her. I wasn’t one to give out without a fight, even though it was undoubtedly my fault.
Then I yawned, long and loud.
This dizzy, sleepy spell wasn’t helping me, though…
She blinked; mildly taken aback with my yawning. She returned her attention to the computer monitor, “You better go to bed. You can’t assess the matter at hand with highest precision if you are lethargic. I can process what I have obtained for now. We can discuss your exchange with Vash later.”
I rolled my eyes. “You are not my mother.”
I scarcely discerned her lips curving up, and mouthing something that looked a lot like “I am. To two big boys.” Really funny, mom…
She was slowly, but surely, lowering her guard to me. I was feeling a tad glad at the thought. Though, it was going to take hell of a longer time to crack through that ice of hers.
You see, this place is a boring place to be without someone to argue with. I still haven’t got any way to get her back about the damned wheelchair. I am a very vengeful person.
Back in the SEEDs ship, I used to quarrel with Vash all the time; at least twice a week. But we made up most of the time. Usually the argument started with us not agreeing with each other about small things. As an example, we got into a fight because of this one question: Which was prettier, geraniums or butterflies? Vash said that geraniums were the prettiest thing in the world ever – after that woman, Rem of course. Obviously said that because of her attachment with the flowers –, while I disputed saying that it was just food for the prettier butterfly; almost saying that Vash is the prettiest being ever. Didn’t say it though. Once, I did tell him that he was cute. “Cuter than that cute girl in the cold sleep!” I childishly added. Well, it led to a whole day of him pouting and sulking because he didn’t like the term that made him sounded feminine. Hope he doesn’t mind it now, as I still see him as cute…
That was one stupid matter to argue about, really. But both of us were such brick-heads. It took Rem three days to get us back together. With a lot of persuasion to the both of us. She stressed that every individual has their own point of view of what beauty is. We shouldn’t argue about that, because it would be quite pointless. With both of us siblings being obstinate, it just made everything worse. At last, we did reconcile. Then, I told him the truth; that I saw him as the most beautiful being in the whole universe. He locked himself in his room for the next ten hours, reluctantly opening his door after a lot of coaxing from Rem and cajoling from me. No need for apologizing though. I was saying the truth.
I recalled Vash saying I have a brother complex. I smirked to myself. A really severe one, I must say….
As reluctant as I was to leave, I grudgingly agreed to Chronica; that I desperately need my rest.
With a last glance to the still being in the cylinder tank, I trudged my way out of the cold chambers.
Somehow, I managed to stay back after the energy transfer; watching – petrified – as the tubes and wires were attached back onto Vash’s prone body, one by one; by mechanized arm-like extrusions. I was sickened, to a point I gagged; almost throwing up right there and then.
At least the tubes on his face were now replaced with a face mask like my own back in my coffin.
That little detail made me genuinely pleased.
Because this meant that I could now ogle at his peaceful visage through the transparent mask, not worrying if Vash was choking on the tube in his mouth. I knew that it was a childish thought. ‘But I am childish…’ I grudgingly admitted to myself.
I went to bed with sleep of disturbing dreams; of Vash.
Alone, in the heaven he created himself. Smiling still; emptily, full of loneliness he didn’t understand himself…
All alone…
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“That was what he said to me.”
I had returned to my regular seat in the archive, in front of the main monitor. Chronica and I were currently discussing my tête-à-tête with Vash. I had just woke up after four hours of inconsistent sleep; once in a while waking up from upsetting nightmares, which most I could not remember. But, I did remember one.
Vash’s empty eyes.
Looking at me with utmost trust; absolute conviction to everything that was me. Smiling those sorrowful grins, trying to make sense of what was going on, when he could not remember anything…
It scared me.
So much that I didn’t dare to go back to sleep. Because I didn’t want to experience that dream again… Because I knew… I knew…
It was my fault… for him to suffer like this…
Of course the spiders were also at fault. They took him away from me; his sanctuary, his brother. I hated her for luring him away, with her sweet promises of pleasant mannered humans. That they could change, that they would at last accept us. Forcing me to try and make Vash oblige to my point of view; that they are parasites after all. But her poisonous words were already at effect. Her obtuse ideologies was forever etched into his mind. I can’t save him from that, but I could try to beat it out of him. Thus all the abuse I imposed on his fragile body. Using force to make him come back to me…
I used to not care how Vash would feel from all the torment I made him go through, as long as I could have him return to my side. But I still couldn’t let go of the feeling of guilt every time I thought of Vash in his current state…
So I had to make things right. Just like the way it was when we were children… I will claim you back from her, Vashu…
Chronica solemnly contemplated any possibilities on how to approach Vash’s situation, which my little chat with Vash may have been able to reveal.
“It seems that you are the main source of his current state of distress.”
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet onto the floor like a chided kid. Oh, thank you so much for enlightening me of that little detail… “You didn’t need to declare it to the whole ship. There are only the two of us here who are all ears. The third one of our trio party is currently suffering from an irreversible degradation process that may be aggravated by the fact that he has no idea whatsoever that he is in pain in the first place. Either physically or psychologically. Which makes his healing a lot more complicated to deal with.”
There. I’ve said it: my insecurities. Happy?
Chronica appeared to be taking no notice of my ranting. “From what we can see, he is suppressing any memories that has any indication of relations; responsibilities to the outside world. His mind is closing him in; away from anything that may interfere, or remind him of his past. To make him stay. In that make-believe Eden… But only the memories of you were retained. However warped it was. The question now is; why?”
Responsibilities…? “He did say that I was the one providing him with the so-called Eden. This may be his way of reasoning the existence of the mythical place in the first place.” But… why me? Not her…?
“True. But why you? Why not another of his acquaintance? Why would it not be the individual that raised you? That person must have been the one who instilled the ideas of Eden to both of you, right?”
I frowned at her. How could she know…? I can feel it if she was dwelling through my brain, my memories. But she wasn’t. She was a person of dignity, and won’t even think of doing anything that despicable, now that I wasn’t doing anything of malice. I was sure of that, at least.
Chronica gazed deeply into my eyes… “The Independants’ ideologies are shaped throughout the first year of birth; until we were considered adolescents by human standards. And we’ll carry that belief throughout our whole existence; until the end of our lives. I was educated to serve; to assist those who raised me. I have faith in them, and they respect me fro who I am; however different I am compared to them. That is why I am now here. In front of you. Your situation is similar to mine; raised by humans that saved you from experimentation of curious ideals, those without regards of moral ethics. Our adopted parents instilled philosophies that are with us until now; and until the day we were cease to exist. We cannot erase them, but twisted idealisms were unavoidable at times…” she explained, somewhat knowingly.
I reflected on her justification. She was right; Because that woman… because Rem had repeatedly told us again and again of the fabled Eden, with hope that we’d acknowledge the reality in which humans and Plant maybe – just maybe – can live happily together, that I had truly believed with the existent of Eden. But to me, Eden is a place where there are no humans; a place only for Vash and I to live together, forever, happily ever after. I didn’t want anything to happen to my dear brother; like the torture Tessla had gone through. Not daring to take any chances. Not willing to share him with anyone… But to Vash, his Eden is where humans and Plants can co-exist, live with respect of each other’s existence. He wanted – no, needed – contact with humans. Those that Rem saved from destruction. Those he sees as replacements of her… The countless humans he encountered with. Those he had befriended with… He really believed in these vermin, just as he had with Rem. That they can change. That they can at last accept us…
Hmpt. And where had that brought him? Dying in a cylinder, stuck in his own head in that warped Eden of his.
With all these thoughts running through my head like wildfire, I was starting to doubt whether we really are twins… We do have the same features, more or less. Our faces are almost the same. Our statures are of almost the same built; just that I tend to be a bit higher than Vash is. Around an inch, I believe. Still am. But our similarities are only limited to our physical appearance. The way we think, the way we cope with emotional struggles; all are very dissimilar. Shouldn’t twins have the same mindset about, well, everything? That’s what I read before…
A click resounded in my subconscious.
Did she lied to us…? There is a possibility that we are not really twins… Maybe we came from different Plants; conceived at the same period of time, coincidentally have the same face…
Then he’s not my brother?
I mutely harrumphed to myself. Rem may be a conniving little bitch with ideals too high for her own sake, but she was no liar. Just a dreamer, with no sense of limit to the trust she put on the people of her species… And more, those books I read only involved human twins. Maybe being Plant twins had another meaning all together…
Chronica, who was in a contemplative silence, decided to continue, “For one reason or another, he recognizes you, and probably, only you. We should use this situation to our advantage, then. With his body healing well, I may be able to slip into his awareness. But forced revival at this point is a double-edged sword. The risks are too high. Only around thirty five percent success ratio. 34.7443 to be precise. He might wake up from his coma, but it is a possibility that he would retain his mentality from his current state of mind. We could not risk that, now could we.”
…is that so.
I gripped my hands together in resolution.
And smiled.
“I understand.”
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