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"Loveshot" is it a cruel mockery of life? by the one who shoots the bullet or by the one who is shot? Does the one who shoots feel the pain, or is it left for the one who bleeds?
a lover's touch, a killer's aim.
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Some bullcrap religious spiel has been relaying for the past twenty minutes over the radio while I sit cramped between Wolfwood and Vash. "When the two angels descend, a bridge of light will cross the sky," and at Angels, my eyes slip over to a sleeping Vash. Surely the hum and ebb is obvious to him. Or maybe he is unpracticed and as weak as Nai claims him to be, and he can only hear in the hour of need.
"—And we will be lead to the land of God."
I glance down at the silver crucifix dangling at my neck. I wouldn't say it remains in my beliefs, as I am a pessimist to the core. When people die, they die whether they deserve it or not, and that is where it ends. There's no use to forcing an abomination to live, once you've been forced into a life out of your control, you are no longer living anyways. Regardless of view, it's not anyone's place to force others to live according to their values either.
"Sorry, you don't like me, but could we switch channels? I'm not a fan on this religious stuff. Its creepy," I say.
Meryl glanced at me through the rear window, and switches automatically. "I can agree with that."
"Creepy?" Roberto takes a drag from another bummed off cigarette from me, gazing over red sands. The air feels a little more suffocating here, as if all the breeze has been snatched up. "This desert used to be normal colour, but a monster appeared and massacred everyone. They say he was like a demon, as huge as a building... and empty eyes."
"The "Gale"..." I remark under my breath. No one understands, of course, so no one reacts off t the bat. "I've also heard there was a religious cult here, believing in sacrificed children for the wind to bless them." I gaze out Vash's window side. "Kind of like rain rituals..."
Everyone now awake looks at me in wide eyes confusion. "What is "rain"?" Meryl asks.
Vash's eye besides me opens in curiosity, as if he hadn't been sleeping after all. "Rain? I don't believe that exists on this planet. Where'd you read about that?"
My eyes dropped down to meet his, stone settling over my expression. I'm so unused to being around people and having conversations I accidentally let my sentiments slip. Like the fact that in this generation, some knowledge that can be found through studying is lost. "Forget I said anything... it's hard to explain and isn't worth explaining right no—" the car comes to a skidding halt, almost jackknifing the satellite on the tail end. All to avoid hitting a medium sized worm corpse. I nearly fly forward through the dash window with no seatbelt before Wolfwood and Vash tear me back.
