[It was the answer he knew was coming. I can fix it, I can stop it, I can do something-
But Wolfwood knows, for a god damn fact, Vash won't be able to stop this from happening. Largely because Nai was involved. Nai, the catalyst for it all, the nuke waiting to go off. For as much as Wolfwood believes in Vash's ability, it pales in comparison to his twin brother. And...honestly? He hates to say it, he really does, but.
The most believable thing Zazie told him about all of that was the concept that the two of them actually fighting would cause enough of a temporal shift to blow up an entire city.
So what, then, is he meant to do with that information? Vash is begging to be told, and Wolfwood doesn't want to be the person to tell him.
He is struggling, but he's just barely holding it in, even if that means he's started to breathe heavier. Vash won't at least be able to feel how his grip on his prosthetic has become crushing in his panic, his nails scratching at the steel as his heart throbs between his ears.]
Vash. This ain't...somethin' I was ever meant to know. It ain't right. You know it ain't.
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Date: 2024-06-24 11:03 pm (UTC)But Wolfwood knows, for a god damn fact, Vash won't be able to stop this from happening. Largely because Nai was involved. Nai, the catalyst for it all, the nuke waiting to go off. For as much as Wolfwood believes in Vash's ability, it pales in comparison to his twin brother. And...honestly? He hates to say it, he really does, but.
The most believable thing Zazie told him about all of that was the concept that the two of them actually fighting would cause enough of a temporal shift to blow up an entire city.
So what, then, is he meant to do with that information? Vash is begging to be told, and Wolfwood doesn't want to be the person to tell him.
He is struggling, but he's just barely holding it in, even if that means he's started to breathe heavier. Vash won't at least be able to feel how his grip on his prosthetic has become crushing in his panic, his nails scratching at the steel as his heart throbs between his ears.]
Vash. This ain't...somethin' I was ever meant to know. It ain't right. You know it ain't.
Don't make me do this.