[Vash doesn't know who the boy is. He doesn't need to. He doesn't ask questions, just accepts the small little frame into his arms. Despite no relations to the child, the grief and sorrow are plain to see on Vash's face. No one deserved a fate like this, but especially not someone so apparently young.
He doesn't say anything to Adrian, merely gives him a careful nod. The body is taken to the hole and laid to rest with all the reverence and respect that Vash might give to one of his own loved ones. And once the child has come to rest, Vash stops and closes his eyes.
He's never really believed in prayer, or gods, or anything like that. Not until here. There's irrefutable proof all around him, but he doesn't know if that makes things better or worse. It does give someone to direct his thoughts to as he forms an internal prayer for the child.
Let them find happiness somewhere.
His eyes open, and he finds himself staring toward Ourania. He's confident, at least, that there is someone looking out for them all. That will have to be enough for the time being. A balm to ease his mind as he begins burying the child once and for all.
When he's finally finished, he looks up the stairs at Adrian, but doesn't immediately approach. Instead, he offers:]
I know you're worried about people being here. But... I want to bring him something, if you'll let me. Flowers. Something to mark the space. Is that okay?
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He doesn't say anything to Adrian, merely gives him a careful nod. The body is taken to the hole and laid to rest with all the reverence and respect that Vash might give to one of his own loved ones. And once the child has come to rest, Vash stops and closes his eyes.
He's never really believed in prayer, or gods, or anything like that. Not until here. There's irrefutable proof all around him, but he doesn't know if that makes things better or worse. It does give someone to direct his thoughts to as he forms an internal prayer for the child.
Let them find happiness somewhere.
His eyes open, and he finds himself staring toward Ourania. He's confident, at least, that there is someone looking out for them all. That will have to be enough for the time being. A balm to ease his mind as he begins burying the child once and for all.
When he's finally finished, he looks up the stairs at Adrian, but doesn't immediately approach. Instead, he offers:]
I know you're worried about people being here. But... I want to bring him something, if you'll let me. Flowers. Something to mark the space. Is that okay?