[Vash is right. What Wolfwood knows about him is actually quite little, because to guard and escort him for as long as was needed, he didn't really need to know much. Granted, he had enough of an inkling that he had to be different- inhuman, or close to it in some way- simply because that's how Knives was. Not that Knives typically deigned it important to inform his human underlings of things unless it was absolutely necessary, and Wolfwood is certain he probably sat at one of the lowest rungs of that particular ladder.
He's a pawn in the game, nothing more. And once he'd outlived his usefulness, he- too- would be discarded, and he would just have to accept that. It's a necessity, if he wants to keep the people he cares about the most safe.
Vash has rejoined him on his bed, and there's a clear, silent offer to be close. Well. Closer. Closer than they would have casually.
...
Wolfwood shifts, a sort of shimmy against the wall, until he is leaning against Vash's side. There's no longer a big jacket to hide in, but that doesn't stop him.]
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Date: 2023-12-21 04:35 am (UTC)He's a pawn in the game, nothing more. And once he'd outlived his usefulness, he- too- would be discarded, and he would just have to accept that. It's a necessity, if he wants to keep the people he cares about the most safe.
Vash has rejoined him on his bed, and there's a clear, silent offer to be close. Well. Closer. Closer than they would have casually.
...
Wolfwood shifts, a sort of shimmy against the wall, until he is leaning against Vash's side. There's no longer a big jacket to hide in, but that doesn't stop him.]
Bet you've got a hell of a story to tell.