[Wolfwood let's those words roll over him, knowing in his heart they aren't true. Vash the Stampede will never stop helping people, even if they spit in his face and decry him as the devil incarnate. He will do whatever it takes for every soul on this planet, be they completely innocent or an irredeemable monster. That's the depths he would go to for humanity.
And that's only a fraction of why Wolfwood feels this pit of searing guilt in his gut, yet time and again his only way he knows to handle things is to push people away. It's easier to do that than to be emotionally vulnerable, because once you've opened that door...it's not so easy to close.
He could slam it shut and throw away the key, right here and now. Vash is giving him a very clear out. If he so chose, right now, he could free himself of Vash and not have to deal with any of this anymore.]
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And that's only a fraction of why Wolfwood feels this pit of searing guilt in his gut, yet time and again his only way he knows to handle things is to push people away. It's easier to do that than to be emotionally vulnerable, because once you've opened that door...it's not so easy to close.
He could slam it shut and throw away the key, right here and now. Vash is giving him a very clear out. If he so chose, right now, he could free himself of Vash and not have to deal with any of this anymore.]
I killed you.
[The door opens.]