[That Vash doesn't smash face-first into the ground is a good sign. Maybe he was listening to what Knives told him to. All of their kind knew to fly as soon as they became aware, as far as he could tell, but there were few independents like himself and Vash to question about it.
He'll make do. Vash is already making faster progress than Knives had; was that the help of his passenger, or natural skill? He ruffles his feathers up briefly, then begins minutely inspecting them; apparently wings are remarkably flexible to allow him to do this.]
I don't know. They.. how to put it.
[A small leaf is plucked out from between a pair of feathers.]
There is a feeling, that I'm not the only one inside my head. It doesn't feel dangerous. It feels ... a lot like me, honestly. [Paranoid, mistrustful, suspicious. Fond of watching. Always watching.] It also gives me the feeling that the black-wings are dangerous. Not just to me or you. Everyone, everything. That we should be watchful. Get rid of them if we can. I don't get the impression this feeling cares about anyone else like that, so it isn't ..race or species.
[But it troubles him enough to pass on a warning, and keep him intensely wary.] If this passenger is right, and they're dangerous, be careful. Something's wrong with them. I don't know why wing color alone would make them 'wrong', but ... they are. I hate them and it isn't my hate. There has to be a reason why.
[It's obvious Knives is having difficulty explaining this, and his effort at conveying what he means is clumsy at best, but hopefully the warning will be heeded, and Vash won't rush off to find a blackwing just to be mulish.]
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He'll make do. Vash is already making faster progress than Knives had; was that the help of his passenger, or natural skill? He ruffles his feathers up briefly, then begins minutely inspecting them; apparently wings are remarkably flexible to allow him to do this.]
I don't know. They.. how to put it.
[A small leaf is plucked out from between a pair of feathers.]
There is a feeling, that I'm not the only one inside my head. It doesn't feel dangerous. It feels ... a lot like me, honestly. [Paranoid, mistrustful, suspicious. Fond of watching. Always watching.] It also gives me the feeling that the black-wings are dangerous. Not just to me or you. Everyone, everything. That we should be watchful. Get rid of them if we can. I don't get the impression this feeling cares about anyone else like that, so it isn't ..race or species.
[But it troubles him enough to pass on a warning, and keep him intensely wary.] If this passenger is right, and they're dangerous, be careful. Something's wrong with them. I don't know why wing color alone would make them 'wrong', but ... they are. I hate them and it isn't my hate. There has to be a reason why.
[It's obvious Knives is having difficulty explaining this, and his effort at conveying what he means is clumsy at best, but hopefully the warning will be heeded, and Vash won't rush off to find a blackwing just to be mulish.]