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[ You know son, I really thought you Saverem boys were finally staying out of trouble, but I suppose it's true what they say - it's a matter of time with your type. Deputy Ross says, leading the way to Nai's holding cell. Vash grimaces, but doesn't say anything in response. Ross is probably sore because he's nursing a shiny black eye courtesy of Nai, but it could have been a lot worse if Nai had been able to access his Gate. Maybe it's for the best that the man is annoyed, and little else.

Vash mostly feels numb. He'd tried to keep tabs on whatever version of Nai existed in his memories of Crane City, but the memories were too insubstantial to give him any real leads, and as long as that version of Nai was out of sight Vash had to assume he wasn't really here. He'd always been able to sense his twin instinctively, so he hadn't been all that worried about continuing to seek out a ghost. He'd learned about Nai entirely by chance, in a video someone had sent to him with the text Hey, this guy looks like you?

He hadn't been able to sense Nai's arrival or his presence in Crane City, despite being this close. It's... unsettling. He's not sure what to believe, or if he should be here at all, but he does know that if it is Nai - the real one - it's a lot safer to get him out than it is to let him stay caged up with humans in easy reach. He doesn't need his Gate to kill - they'd just been lucky enough to catch him confused and off-guard, before he started to compensate for it. It doesn't matter that the little Sheriff's Office is mostly desks with officers milling about or napping and a few small, neat holding cells toward the back. Nai is going to see it as an affront - as a preemptive strike - even if he's the one who started it.

The deputy taps on the bars with his baton the moment he gets close. Step back, Mr. Saverem - I can keep you in there overnight, I don't care about your damn bail. ]

That's not really legal, Deputy Ross... [ Vash ignores the glare he gets, maneuvering himself deftly between the deputy and the front of Nai's cell. ]

Hey Nai, I came to pick you up! [ He smiles with absolutely no real enthusiasm behind the gesture. ] And I, ah, brought some clothes for you... So we can just go, without causing any more trouble. The two of us. Right?

[ For Vash, he hasn't seen his brother in weeks, and the last time they'd been together Nai had invaded his mind and tried to override his memories. According to Wolfwood, they'd torn up July fighting over something, but Vash is still entirely certain that he's the best person to deal with this situation - alone.

So here he is, proverbially bearing his throat. If he offers himself up to Nai like this, he knows that it's likely to result in a peaceful retreat. He can sort out the rest of it later. ]

[ Vash had always been good at running. When the heat was on and tensions were high, it was the best way to bleed out all of that violence. Trouble followed him, sure, but it followed him away from people who didn't deserve it.

So, that was what he had done, from the first moment he set foot in Avisle. He'd bolted through the "tutorials" and fled from the "game", and then the scene had shifted again. He'd tossed away the controller and he'd run from his... home? It was all a blur, memories laced into each other, surreal now that he knew none of it - most of it - was Nai trying to rearrange everything inside of him.

You're no hero who will save everyone. You're just a coward who can't stand to watch anyone die.

But that was okay. He just had to keep running.

The nice thing about Noman's Land had been that no matter where he went, the desert would always be there to swallow him up again. That wasn't true here. The world seemed loud and vibrant, and full of blind alleys and lost technology and so many people who looked at him with fear, alarm, and even sympathy.

He supposed he looked strange to them. He'd fled from his room without stopping to find his boots, expecting the scene to change too quickly for it to matter. He definitely regretted that, but he wasn't about to stop. He dodged more than one person calling out to him. He was clumsy, slower than he should be, but he managed. It didn't matter if they looked kind, or - not human? - or if this world was different from anything he'd ever seen up close - Nai would kill them the moment they got close. It was a trick. Even if it didn't feel like a trick. Even if it didn't really... make sense.

He doesn't get very far. Unlike Noman's Land, this place doesn't go on forever, and when he finally hits the sand again it isn't the desert at all. It's a thin stretch of sand that gives way to more water than Vash has ever even imagined, all bright sparkling blue under the late afternoon sun. It seems to just go on endlessly. A beach, some part of his mind supplies.

He isn't conscious of exactly when his knees hit the sand, only that everything seems to catch up to him at once. His lungs burn while his heart is trying to pound its way out of his chest, all well past the point of overtaxed. Vash doubles over coughing between attempts to do several miles worth of breathing all at once. He can feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. His arm is back to normal, he realizes, holding it against his stomach.

Distantly, he notes that there's blood trailing behind him from some cut on his heel that he hadn't even noticed, and Nai hasn't appeared to cast blame down upon the world for it.

Even if he focuses, Vash can't feel Nai at all anymore.

It should be a relief, but something about that absence is more deeply disquieting than any other pain. ]

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