Part Three

VASH POV

I know Knives is awake. Well, at least his mind is conscious. I can feel him buzzing around my mind. He seems to know where he is. He hasn't opened his eyes yet. He's probably in too much pain to do so. I bet his entire body his hurting. I'm sorry I had hurt him so badly, but it had to be done.

It was either this or death, dear brother, I tell him through our telepathic link.

I receive no reply. I know he heard me; he just hates me too much right now to respond.

I sigh and begin to pack some supplies. I am going to head out soon. I want to see the insurance girls again. I hope they hadn't decided to move on.

I know their angry with me, especially the short girl. Big girl will probably punch me first. Next, she would yell at me. Then, she'd cry on me for about 5 minutes and after she's done, offer me something to eat. Not the short girl. She would lecture me for about a day while she made sure I was taken care of. Then, she'd glare at me all at the same time, give me the silent treatment. Lastly, she will be civil with me until she's comfortable with talking with me again.

I chuckle. Those two can be so predictable sometimes and I wouldn't have them other way. They are my friends, my closest friends that are still alive. Knives had made sure my best friend, the preacher, Nicholas D. Wolfwood was killed.

Poor big girl, I know she was very attached to Wolfwood. I'm not sure how close the two of them were, I only know that they were close. They would probably be in a relationship by now.

I begin to brood. I know short girl would hit me for it and tell me to cheer up. She really cares for me. I know she was the main one seeing to my welfare while I was bedridden. For a small girl, she has such a big heart.

I sigh. I wish that heart belonged to me. I think it does. It seemed like it did when I left. I hope her tears weren't tears for the lost of a friend, but for a potential love.

I hear a snort in my head. So, Knives is still buzzing around my mind.

It's rude to look into someone else's mind without their permission, Knives I tell him as I pause in my packing.

In the weeks that I've known him to be awake, this was the first time my brother has tried to communicate to me.

You were projecting, you idiot, Knives informs me.

Oops, I say. I need to remember the closer we are the easier it is for us to read each other.

Hn, was the only thing I get.

I wait a minute for any thing else from Knives. When he says nothing, I return to my packing.

You're pathetic, brother, I hear.

Why am I pathetic, brother, I ask.

You're in love with a human, Knives explains. You should kill her now, she's only going to grow old and die long before you.

That may be true, Knives, I tell him calmly. But, it's worth a shot. Better have her for a short while, than to die not knowing what it was like to be with her.

Another rude snort entered my head. I smile to myself. I fear Knives will never understand the love between a man and a woman. He wouldn't trust a human enough to love her.

Damn straight, my brother exclaims in my head, startling me.

Get out of my head, Knives, I shout back at him.

I sling my duffle bag over my shoulder.

I'm leaving now brother and don't bother trying to escape, I tell him. The pod is locked from the outside. You're stuck until I return.

And when the hell do you think that will be, he practically yells in a panic.

I don't know, so just sit tight, I say and completely block out his reply.

I leave the SEEDs ship. I will return to it in a few months, after I find the Insurance girls and give them a report of what I've been doing, but I will return. When I do, I will release my brother and bring him with me. He will need me. He won't be capable of doing anything for himself for at least a year.

Maybe, then I will be able to convince him that some humans deserve to be kept alive.

END.

TBC in "Strong Enough to Break"