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Human Meryl knows the nature of the man she loves. He has been called inhuman, an unfeeling monster, destroyer of cities. She has witnessed the horror of Augusta and the blaze of light that created the hole in the fifth moon. She understands that Vash is ageless, immortal, not like her. Yet, it is times like these, when he cries out her name and clings to her, shaking with pleasure, that Meryl clutches him close and marvels anew. At the sweetness of his touch, the taste of his skin. And how human he is, after all. |