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Original Tumblr Post: Coping Series: Vash
Coping Series: Vash
CW: Suicidal Ideation, Substance Abuse, Severe Depression, Body Horror
It really seems like Volume 6 of Trigun Maximum was about a lot of people trying to cope with Vash. We have Wolfwood, who has his experience with the Fifth Moon Incident plus his knowledge of Knives stacking onto all the reminders the Dragon’s Nest gave him of what Vash is. We have Meryl, who ended up getting a megadose of Vash’s memories and emotions at the same event, and must reconcile them with all of her own feelings toward Vash. Heck, even Knives spends a notable amount of time mulling over how each use of Vash’s angel arm has brought Vash notably closer to death.
And then we have Vash himself. The king of false smiles hiding great sorrow. I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ll say it again: the way Vash is coping with the return of his memories of July can easily be summed up as “not well.” Heck, the way Vash is coping with being Vash could be summed up the same way.
And who could really blame him? Over the last two or three volumes, he has:
- Realized he was the cause of death for thousands of people, including children, friends, and colleagues
- Been reminded that he doesn’t really know how to control his power and a slip-up can absolutely cost way more in lives than he’s willing to pay
- Held the hand of a dying man while knowing that any comfort he might try to bring with his right hand is too late to undo the pain he wrought with his angel arm, listening patiently as the man spits curses at him with his dying breaths
- Seen one of his (few) friends slide into depression after seeing him release his angel arm
- Had one of his other friends pull a gun on him while his back was turned and steadily aim it for his head
This would be a lot for most people, but for Vash, it’s even worse. Vash’s ideals mean the cost of even one human life is too high for him to justify taking it. In his mind, they’re all his family, bequeathed to him by Rem via her death; to destroy one of them is to dishonor her memory and the bonds that bind him to them. Vash aches both for redemption for what Knives did in causing the Great Fall and for July. He also aches for connection, but has years of practicing not having it, trying to keep distance to keep others safe from him, and to keep himself safe from the possibility of their rejection should they realize what he is and what he’s capable of.
The fact that Meryl, Milly, and Wolfwood seem to understand how dangerous it is to be around him and yet continue to follow him seems to be important to him…
…so how does a being who has put over a century of time and effort into protecting people, who may be able to read minds and can definitely key in on emotions deal with this:
The answer is, of course, not well. In fact, Vash decides to go with one of the more destructive forms of coping, choosing substance abuse as if he could just numb it all away to get a moment of escape.
This is probably one of the most upsetting images of Vash we the readers have seen thus far. We’re removed from the danger of his angel arm, but too many of us have watched loved ones succumb to some form of substance abuse, or perhaps found ourselves sliding down that trail. To see him so upset that he’s giving this path a shot is too real, and that adds a level distress to the gut-punch of seeing him this upset and casually trying to laugh it all off.
We’ve seen Vash drink before, but it was always in celebration. He breaks out his goofy drinking tie (from God knows where), ties it around his forehead, and allows himself to enjoy the company he’s in, if only for a while. In fact, it seems like he might even be feigning his level of drunkenness in those scenes, as more than once we see him pop right up, seemingly sober as anything, when either no eyes are on him or when he senses danger.
But Nightow makes it very clear that’s not the case this time. All through the fight where we see him slurping alcohol off his hand, his movements are uncanny. Vash, who usually puts so much work into trying to pass as human, is failing to do so.
This is first hinted at when his attacker compliments his dodging, but Nightow shows it to us some pages later. Vash flows through the panels at strange angles and takes poses that just don’t quite feel right.
And then… he messes up.
Senses dulled, mind not fully in the game, and he fails to dodge a shot aimed right for his head. Instinct kicks in, and his body reacts before he realizes.
We haven’t seen Vash swear much thus far in the manga, but he swears here. He might have saved himself (and anyone standing behind him) by catching that bullet with a part of his angel arm. In fact, this might be the first time he’s had enough awareness during its deployment to see it used for something other than destruction or threat of destruction. But that’s not where his thoughts go right now. Instead, they’re on the crowd around him, because this tiny display of his power has irrevocably revealed him to be something that is most definitely not human.
Now, they see him as the monster he sees himself to be. He’s laid bare before them. The threat of the bounty hunter and his posse is gone, not even referenced again in the chapter. The people want him dead. And to make matters worse, his friend Meryl is having a meltdown at the sight of him.
He knew it couldn’t last, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Maybe if he hadn’t been drunk or if things had gone differently in the Dragon’s Nest or if…
There are a hundred thousand “maybe ifs” and “if onlys,” but the chance for them to change has passed. He falls back on false smiles hiding great sorrow, hoping all his emotions will just melt together into an unfeeling mud.