[In this moment, Vash has never felt so alone. Wolfwood yells at him, and even though the Plant knows he can't be blamed for it, it still cuts deep. Some part of him can't blame Wolfwood for trying to keep the information hidden. The Punisher has always known Vash so well. He must have seen this outcome from a mile away. And yet -
And yet...]
You should have told me.
[It hurts. He's scared. And even if he knows Wolfwood is feeling the same way, he can't help but feel angry. Not enough to lash out in kind, but enough to feel a familiar itch in his feet, a tingling in the tips of his fingers.
He clambers back off the bed, nearly stumbling as the sheets catch him. He's barefoot, but it doesn't matter. He fumbles about, blindly, trying to find the door.]
I can't - I just need to -
[He can't form words. His throat feels too tight. His chest feels like it's about to burst. He can't look at Wolfwood without feeling angry and guilty, all t once. There's too much in his head, and there's only one thing that's ever helped him clear it.
It's the wrong thing, mind you, but it's the only thing his grief stricken brain can process.]
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And yet...]
You should have told me.
[It hurts. He's scared. And even if he knows Wolfwood is feeling the same way, he can't help but feel angry. Not enough to lash out in kind, but enough to feel a familiar itch in his feet, a tingling in the tips of his fingers.
He clambers back off the bed, nearly stumbling as the sheets catch him. He's barefoot, but it doesn't matter. He fumbles about, blindly, trying to find the door.]
I can't - I just need to -
[He can't form words. His throat feels too tight. His chest feels like it's about to burst. He can't look at Wolfwood without feeling angry and guilty, all t once. There's too much in his head, and there's only one thing that's ever helped him clear it.
It's the wrong thing, mind you, but it's the only thing his grief stricken brain can process.]