Vash angles back further. It isn't so fast that he's been struck, more of a slow motion feeling of something terrible ripping through him. He stares up at Wolfwood, feels his expression crumble, and doesn't have the energy to even try to put it back into place. He opens his mouth to protest, then closes it. He tries again, and fails once more.
The worst part of it isn't that Wolfwood has said it out loud. No, it's the fact that Wolfwood is right. They aren't on the same wavelength. It isn't fair, but it's the truth all the same.]
You're right. We're not. [There's no anger there. Just... resignation. The itching feeling returns, and no small part of Vash wants to take this as the end of the line for the two of them. But maybe, as long as they keep talking, there's hope.
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Vash angles back further. It isn't so fast that he's been struck, more of a slow motion feeling of something terrible ripping through him. He stares up at Wolfwood, feels his expression crumble, and doesn't have the energy to even try to put it back into place. He opens his mouth to protest, then closes it. He tries again, and fails once more.
The worst part of it isn't that Wolfwood has said it out loud. No, it's the fact that Wolfwood is right. They aren't on the same wavelength. It isn't fair, but it's the truth all the same.]
You're right. We're not. [There's no anger there. Just... resignation. The itching feeling returns, and no small part of Vash wants to take this as the end of the line for the two of them. But maybe, as long as they keep talking, there's hope.
Maybe.]
So. Where do we go from here?