[Something sharp rising up in Vash's throat. A not insignificant part of him wants to shout back at Wolfwood, that the least he could do is say thank you for Vash's efforts. He has to bite it back, teeth gnashing together and fingers balling into fists.
What ultimately ends up coming out is nothing more than a weary sigh. He glances over his shoulder, catching sight of Wolfwood just out of the corner of his eye.]
I was just trying to help. I won't anymore.
[It's a lie, even if he wants it to be true. He shouldn't help out, because each vulnerable moment puts both of their lives on the line. But trying to not help was like telling him not to breathe. It couldn't be done.]
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What ultimately ends up coming out is nothing more than a weary sigh. He glances over his shoulder, catching sight of Wolfwood just out of the corner of his eye.]
I was just trying to help. I won't anymore.
[It's a lie, even if he wants it to be true. He shouldn't help out, because each vulnerable moment puts both of their lives on the line. But trying to not help was like telling him not to breathe. It couldn't be done.]