[So it's up to Wolfwood to make that choice. The onus is on him, because anyone with eyes could see that if Vash believed a word that came out of his own mouth, he'd have isolated himself from everyone in this damn village already for their own safety. And for a moment, Wolfwood bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something incendiary and unhelpful. It isn't until he starts to taste copper that he has to stop, his shoulders hunching as he lets out another heavy breath. The snow is falling steadily around them as they sit together in the snow, a light dusting having already covered both Wolfwood's hair and stupid new jacket.
He actually turns his head to look at Vash now, his eyes glittering with frustration.]
Look at where we are, Vash.
[Not blondie. Not needle-noggin.]
This ain't No Man's Land. The desert ain't here. The Eye ain't here. [Oops that slipped but he's not stopping] Knives ain't here.
And wherever this place is on the god damn map, you aren't the Humanoid Typhoon to it or the people here. Neither of us probably fucking matter compared to whatever god has this town under its thumb.
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Date: 2023-12-15 06:11 am (UTC)He actually turns his head to look at Vash now, his eyes glittering with frustration.]
Look at where we are, Vash.
[Not blondie. Not needle-noggin.]
This ain't No Man's Land. The desert ain't here. The Eye ain't here. [Oops that slipped but he's not stopping] Knives ain't here.
And wherever this place is on the god damn map, you aren't the Humanoid Typhoon to it or the people here. Neither of us probably fucking matter compared to whatever god has this town under its thumb.
You're...just Vash. You're fucking Vash.