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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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Comments

[willing_sheath]

He cares for others to the point that he is self-destructive, never taking care of himself.

[Just ignore the fact that she does the same goddamn thing, just in a much more subtle way...]

His pacifism... He lets himself be injured so badly rather than striking out against his enemies...

...

Too kind...

[aprettysight]

Oh, dear...Do you think he'd like it if I brought him food? Or can he cook for himself?

[...also guilty as charged. she'd always been so busy taking care of Uncle Julian and her Merricat, she'd barely let herself imagine a life of her own]

Not even to defend himself?

[she sighs and looks down]

Yes.

[willing_sheath]

I'm sure he would, even if he can cook for himself.

It depends on the situation... if he thinks letting himself be beaten bloody is the simplest solution then he will... even if he could avoid it...

[Christ... just look at that public punishment...]

(cw: sexual assault)

[aprettysight]

I'll make a double-batch of spaghetti and homemade meatballs with tomato sauce and garlic bread, along with a tiramisu for dessert. That should be enough to keep him well-fed for a while.

But--he mustn't! He's so kind, he doesn't deserve such ill-treatment. Better it were me instead. [and she remembers the laughter, the taunts, the feel of the men's hands on her body as they passed her back and forth. but better her than her Merricat]

[willing_sheath]

I'm sure it will... [Actually that boy could probably eat all of that in one setting because he was a bit of a black hole where food was concerned...]

Better it were no one... [she corrects] He's too kind... and I wish there were more people like him...

[aprettysight]

Good, I'm glad. [she doesn't know yet the depths of Vash's unending appetite. best to let her think it will be enough, even for a little while]

Yes. Yes. No one would be better. [but she's too used to suffering on behalf of others] He is...entirely kind. I've never known someone who was entirely kind.