[ His leveled gaze stays on Alhaitham, as if he's reading every movement and shift, and it stays pinned there as the other man finds some reprieve by looking to the ground. It might be the best, considering there's so much sincerity to be found in Vash's eyes. It can be overmuch.
The glass abandoned to the table, his hands freely come together with fingers interlaced, comfortable if not a start of a prayer. ]
That isn't going to stop me from trying, you know. I don't believe anyone's a lost cause.
[ There's finality to it when one gives up is how he thinks of it. What if one day they finally reach out, but you've retracted your hand? They'd grasp at nothing, finally wishing to be saved and helped, only to sink and fall. Maybe that is what stubborn and wayward souls deserve, but Vash thinks otherwise. ]
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The glass abandoned to the table, his hands freely come together with fingers interlaced, comfortable if not a start of a prayer. ]
That isn't going to stop me from trying, you know. I don't believe anyone's a lost cause.
[ There's finality to it when one gives up is how he thinks of it. What if one day they finally reach out, but you've retracted your hand? They'd grasp at nothing, finally wishing to be saved and helped, only to sink and fall. Maybe that is what stubborn and wayward souls deserve, but Vash thinks otherwise. ]