[Nothing is great, but when has it ever been. There's always been a sword hanging over their necks. Sometimes they're just lucky, and they can't quite make out the shadow of it. As much as Vash hates it, blames himself for its presence, there is really nothing to be done. Wolfwood has made it clear that he's in it for the long haul, and Vash, at least, has moved beyond trying to remove himself from the equation.
He takes comfort in what he can for the time being, at least. Right now, that means settling in with Wolfwood. He offers a smile, one that's small and weary, but real nonetheless.]
That's a good start.
[He settles himself down. Three of his hands remain to himself, but he can at least twine the blue-tinged digits of his prosthetic with Wolfwood. It's a nice moment. A quiet moment. And if he were wise, he'd leave it as it is.
Vash, though, is not wise. As he settles down, some of his doubts fading into the back of his mind, something else rears its head. He remembers, vaguely, the conversation he'd had with Zazie nearly a month prior. He'd forgotten about their warning in the midst of everything else, but now...]
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He takes comfort in what he can for the time being, at least. Right now, that means settling in with Wolfwood. He offers a smile, one that's small and weary, but real nonetheless.]
That's a good start.
[He settles himself down. Three of his hands remain to himself, but he can at least twine the blue-tinged digits of his prosthetic with Wolfwood. It's a nice moment. A quiet moment. And if he were wise, he'd leave it as it is.
Vash, though, is not wise. As he settles down, some of his doubts fading into the back of his mind, something else rears its head. He remembers, vaguely, the conversation he'd had with Zazie nearly a month prior. He'd forgotten about their warning in the midst of everything else, but now...]
Nick... Can I ask you somethin'?