Azwel goes still for a moment, and had Vash been looking at him he would have seen actual shock flicker across his features. He's done dreadful things in his study of Malfestation, that's true. He can vaguely remember what the astral fissures did to people who were exposed to them. He's killed Malfesteds before any of them started their mindless rampages. And yet... would he dismember someone and file their parts away in jars? Especially someone who wasn't at all dangerous? No. No, he doesn't think he would. That's a bridge too far, even for him.
He can't come up with any kind of words, and his hand stroking Vash's hair seems woefully inadequate. He slips his arm around him again. Say something! his mind hisses at him. You've never lacked for words before! But all he can do is softly press his lips to Vash's hair again.
"I'm so sorry," he eventually whispers, though he knows that doesn't even come close to soothing even a bit of such pain.
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Date: 2019-06-13 10:05 am (UTC)He can't come up with any kind of words, and his hand stroking Vash's hair seems woefully inadequate. He slips his arm around him again. Say something! his mind hisses at him. You've never lacked for words before! But all he can do is softly press his lips to Vash's hair again.
"I'm so sorry," he eventually whispers, though he knows that doesn't even come close to soothing even a bit of such pain.