[ there’s a moment where bash just blinks, eyes wide and alarmed. He can read between the lines, understand what Dolph is asking before he aborts the question. . .



and turns it into something that stabs cash in the chest uncomfortably, unintentionally. ]

It’s not that I didn’t want to be here, with you or everyone else. There were things I needed to take care of and it…

[ his breath hitches and he can feel the burning at the corners of his eyes. He’d wanted… he remembers now what he WANTED to do. He wanted to talk to his brother, to stop the disaster that he could feel was coming. But the moment he got there it was like nothing HERE had ever happened. So, they fought and Vash was helpless to watch as his brother burned himself to a crisp for what he wanted. He still remembers falling. ]

It doesn’t matter now. I’m sorry, Dolph. For leaving you behind.