[ dolph knows vash. knows that simply saying it isn't your fault and there's nothing you could have done that will help. when your grief is inextricably tied to your actions and helplessness, there's nothing that will get through. nothing that cements the hole within you, that someone is gone and there's nothing that can be done.
that nothingness is its own grief too.
how do you counter that? dolph doesn't know. he's not someone who knows what to say. who knows how to heal. holding vash — that's what he knows. to be close, to hold on. to try. he strokes his fingers through vash's hair. ]
. . . I'm glad you're still here.
[ no matter what. vash is still here. not like livio, not like knives. not like alex. ]
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that nothingness is its own grief too.
how do you counter that? dolph doesn't know. he's not someone who knows what to say. who knows how to heal. holding vash — that's what he knows. to be close, to hold on. to try. he strokes his fingers through vash's hair. ]
. . . I'm glad you're still here.
[ no matter what. vash is still here. not like livio, not like knives. not like alex. ]