A lot of the Gung-Ho Guns have fallen victim to defeat and therefore death, but not by the bullets of the reluctant hero, Vash the Stampede. But even if the "Guns" seem to be dwindling, that doesn't mean there's a lack of violent freaks tearing up the planet. In "Gunslinger" Vash is running into all sorts of weirdos with guns. All the while, Kinves and his crew have something mysterious going on behind the scenes, and it doesn't look good for Vash and the people he lives to protect.
“when it was all over… …i felt… …this was another event that would become a part of his legend. i felt… …someone whose determination… …is even stronger than the regret he carries. vash the… …stampede”
“millie: even at a time like this. how can you keep smiling like that?! vash: how am i supposed to look? i don’t know anymore
they get smeared together and every color turns to no color at all. the dull, gray expression that ends up settling deep in every emotion. i finally understood. that pained, hopeless smile… …was his way of painting a brilliant color over it.”
so meryl’s and millie’s view of vash broke me a little i think
Wow this volume was NOT messing around. Knives up to some bullshit, Vash's depression, Wolfwood and Meryl being kinda scared of him, the revelation about their powers, more flashbacks...so much going on. It kinda stopped at a weird point, but I supposed the next volume will resolve that.
I think this was the first Trigun volume where I wasn't entirely lost the whole book! Most of the book made sense and I knew what was going on. I'm still a bit lost at who the speech bubbles belong to, which is slightly annoying, but what can you do.
In this volume, something unexpected is revealed about Vash and Knives, and it makes me nervous (for Vash...pft, Knives, he's a face!)
I'm halfway through the series, what will happen next?
This volume hurt. In a way, it hit a little bit too close to home. I particularly liked Wolfwood’s monologue in this volume, how he’s bound to follow Knives’s orders, how he knows Vash is the key to probably save humanity and yet can’t admit how he trusts him so easily with his life. Because Vash’s hands are stained with blood but more than anything they’re stained with a overwhelming guilt. Vash not knowing what expression to make anymore after he recovered his memories, being seen as a monster by the kind he tries to endlessly protect. This volume beautifully portrays the crippling loneliness of not being able to fit somewhere you so deeply want to be in. It made me very emotional.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Explicaciones y nuevas apariciones. Los ojos de Miguel, el pelo de dos colores, más punisher y las nuevas intenciones de Wolfwood. Cada vez hay más brillos a Mad Max e incluso a Matrix. Y siempre he tenido la sospecha de que el dibujo está fuertemente inspirado por Todd Mcfarlane, el creador de Spawn. Ahora estas sospechas son convicción. Quiero figuras de Vash y de Wolfwood. Ojalá no se acabara nunca.
This might be my favorite volume so far, if for no other reason than Chapter 2 being absolutely incredible. I am going to be yelling about it until the end of time.
Las plantas, aunque longevas, no son inmortales y hay cierta característica suya que Knives ha estado investigando para asegurarse de que esa longevidad perdure todo lo posible. Cuanto más se acerca Vash, seguido por Wolfwood, a él, más cerca está también de la respuesta. Mientras tanto Vash no pierde su sonrisa, pero sí la genuinidad. Este volumen o tiene capítulos buenísimos o tiene otros que son un poco fotocopia de escenas de volúmenes anteriores, lo cual los hace un poco intragables. Los que son buenos son muy, muuy buenos, eso sí. Wolfwood, por ejemplo, siempre se va a comer la pantalla cuando haga un monólogo. Knives, por otro lado, por fin tiene el peso que un villano tiene que tener y no se queda simplemente a la sombra a la espera del protagonista. Y el flasback de Vash y Knives... me rompe el corazón.
This volume was more coherent than the previous volumes, though it was still difficult to figure out who some of the thought/speech bubbles belonged to.