It doesn't matter where I am, Wolfwood! [There's a wavering note in his voice, one steeped in grief. He's never dealt with his problems as he should have. Instead of confronting the trauma he'd suffered, he'd run from it just as he had everything else.] The second we got here, I got you hurt. We both could have died out there, and it's because I -
[He tears off, turning his face so that it's now his forehead pressed against his knees. His fingers clench hard against the fabric near his calves, tight enough that he worries he might tear through. That would just be his luck.]
I'm Vash the Stampede. And it doesn't matter where I am or who I'm with - people get hurt.
[Finally, his head lifts, and this time he fixes Wolfwood with a desperate gaze. His eyes shimmer with tears he won't ever let himself shed, tears that are promptly blinked away before they come to fruition.]
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Date: 2023-12-15 06:19 am (UTC)[He tears off, turning his face so that it's now his forehead pressed against his knees. His fingers clench hard against the fabric near his calves, tight enough that he worries he might tear through. That would just be his luck.]
I'm Vash the Stampede. And it doesn't matter where I am or who I'm with - people get hurt.
[Finally, his head lifts, and this time he fixes Wolfwood with a desperate gaze. His eyes shimmer with tears he won't ever let himself shed, tears that are promptly blinked away before they come to fruition.]
So please, don't make me do this. Please.
[His voice cracks at the end.]