[If Basil was expecting some sort of despair induced breakdown, he'll be solely disappointed. Having spent the better part of a century and a half criss-crossing the sands of his home, he's grown intimately familiar with the layout of each of the population centers. None of this seems in line with the architecture that any of the Seven Cities is familiar with.
Never mind how pleasantly cool the air seems to be.]
So it would seem! [And for some reason, Vash just laughs. By every calculation, Vash shouldn't be in a place like this. Even with his jarring final moments of consciousness, he was keenly aware of his surroundings. Nothing about what happened on the Sand Streamer would have indicated intergalactic travel.
But here he is.
Damn.]
Guess I musta taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way! Oops!
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Never mind how pleasantly cool the air seems to be.]
So it would seem! [And for some reason, Vash just laughs. By every calculation, Vash shouldn't be in a place like this. Even with his jarring final moments of consciousness, he was keenly aware of his surroundings. Nothing about what happened on the Sand Streamer would have indicated intergalactic travel.
But here he is.
Damn.]
Guess I musta taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way! Oops!