Wolfwood would be pulling out another cigarette if he had one, but turns out he's fresh out. He doesn't have a vice to hide behind as this conversation becomes less about clearing the air, and more about opening up something raw and vulnerable that he isn't sure he really knows how to deal with. Because all he knows is that every time he looks at Vash right now, he just sees him standing there with half his skull blasted away. A sight he's seen time and again, but on Vash? Someone who feels- to him- unkillable.
He grits his teeth, his breath catching as he looks away.]
So what about the people who've made the mistake of caring about you, then? The girl, the alcoholic. All of the people whose fucking lives you've saved.
[Him. Wolfwood, included in that number though he can't possibly say it.]
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Date: 2023-12-15 05:19 am (UTC)Wolfwood would be pulling out another cigarette if he had one, but turns out he's fresh out. He doesn't have a vice to hide behind as this conversation becomes less about clearing the air, and more about opening up something raw and vulnerable that he isn't sure he really knows how to deal with. Because all he knows is that every time he looks at Vash right now, he just sees him standing there with half his skull blasted away. A sight he's seen time and again, but on Vash? Someone who feels- to him- unkillable.
He grits his teeth, his breath catching as he looks away.]
So what about the people who've made the mistake of caring about you, then? The girl, the alcoholic. All of the people whose fucking lives you've saved.
[Him. Wolfwood, included in that number though he can't possibly say it.]
Do you think that's what they want?