[Wolfwood really deserves praise for how long he's held out. Even Vash, shaken up as he is, has to (distantly) admire how much restraint he has. He an see the anger in his form, hear it in the quaver of his voice. If he were in better shape, maybe Vash might have praised him. Unfortunately, he has worse things to grapple with.
Like Wolfwood, Vash sits up. Once he's steady, he leans forward. He almost can't find it in himself to breathe. Each inhale makes the coil of fear within his gut tighten that little bit more, while his head spins almost fast enough to knock Vash back onto his ass. Yet still, he waits, desperate to hear what Nick has to say.
If he needs a little encouragement - ]
Then, please... Please tell me. [He swallows. Those stupid bug eyes of his burn.] I'm sorry. But I need to know.
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Date: 2024-06-25 12:14 am (UTC)Like Wolfwood, Vash sits up. Once he's steady, he leans forward. He almost can't find it in himself to breathe. Each inhale makes the coil of fear within his gut tighten that little bit more, while his head spins almost fast enough to knock Vash back onto his ass. Yet still, he waits, desperate to hear what Nick has to say.
If he needs a little encouragement - ]
Then, please... Please tell me. [He swallows. Those stupid bug eyes of his burn.] I'm sorry. But I need to know.