[It was a poor choice in words, and Vash knows it. The conversation was bound to go sour, given the direction he's taken it. Wincing and sucking in a breath does nothing to make it go away, and he doubts insisting on talking about something else will either. It needed to be brought up, this strange discrepancy between what their new friend had experienced versus themselves.
It's just a hell of a night to broach the conversation.]
I have. He's... way different than what I remember. [Vash's head angles upward. He squints toward Wolfwood, hoping that the wobble of his gaze will remain at bay long enough to at least see this conversation through.]
no subject
It's just a hell of a night to broach the conversation.]
I have. He's... way different than what I remember. [Vash's head angles upward. He squints toward Wolfwood, hoping that the wobble of his gaze will remain at bay long enough to at least see this conversation through.]
It's really him?