[Vash hears that desperate cry. How could he not, when they're still so close. Some part of him yearns to stop, but the rest of him is so bitter, so angry, so scared that he can't bring himself to. It's hard to really fly in the cave, but he does so just to put enough distance between them.
He isn't sure where he's going, how far he'll go, or what he'll do when he gets there. But he is going. He's Vash the Stampede, after all. And all he's ever done is run.]
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He isn't sure where he's going, how far he'll go, or what he'll do when he gets there. But he is going. He's Vash the Stampede, after all. And all he's ever done is run.]