[ he exhales, soft, a concession to his annoyance at being greeted by the joke. he shouldn't have expected anything else after his last few run-ins with vash, in truth, but knowing that doesn't do much to help his temper. ]
I know you don't want to be Zenith.
[ his tone is exactly the kind of strained patience used when addressing someone a little dim, someone you don't feel too charitable towards, besides. belying the way he speaks is his concern, a bright bloom through communion, impossible to hide under the circumstances. he's seen too much of that smile to believe that vash isn't struggling. there's no one who isn't, trapped as they are by the oracle down here. ]
I do. [ the unadorned truth, a rarity from cassian andor. he lifts both hands, drops them. ] There's an easy solution that helps both of us.
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I know you don't want to be Zenith.
[ his tone is exactly the kind of strained patience used when addressing someone a little dim, someone you don't feel too charitable towards, besides. belying the way he speaks is his concern, a bright bloom through communion, impossible to hide under the circumstances. he's seen too much of that smile to believe that vash isn't struggling. there's no one who isn't, trapped as they are by the oracle down here. ]
I do. [ the unadorned truth, a rarity from cassian andor. he lifts both hands, drops them. ] There's an easy solution that helps both of us.