[ that makes his expression twist, something achingly vulnerable and lonely making itself known before vash turns his head away. ] You can't be my friend.
[ he just sounds tired, wrapping his arms around himself like they'll offer up some sort of protection. ] Not if someone paid you to be here.
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[ he just sounds tired, wrapping his arms around himself like they'll offer up some sort of protection. ] Not if someone paid you to be here.