[Wolfwood pulls him in, and Vash does his best to reel away. He can't get far with the fist balled against his shoulder, but he can at least angle his face away. He knows he's already been caught, that Wolfwood has seen the agony etched into his face. But at least if he keeps his cocked to the side, as long as he glares daggers into a tree, it'll be okay.]
Please -
[He doesn't know how to make him understand. It might not look it, but Wolfwood has a future. He has love in his heart, even if he buries it. He has compassion for other people, even if coated it with barbed insults. He's a good man that will never see his potential.
He tries to back away, but his feet only slide in the snow. His body not strong enough to wrench free of that grip, not at this angle. And so with no other choice, the last bits of his facade crack. His face crumbles, and this time one stray tear makes it down his cheek before he can catch it. He bows his head before Wolfwood can see anymore.
When he speaks, his voice is barely more than a whisper. It's almost impossible to hear over the wind and falling snow.]
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Date: 2023-12-15 06:47 am (UTC)Please -
[He doesn't know how to make him understand. It might not look it, but Wolfwood has a future. He has love in his heart, even if he buries it. He has compassion for other people, even if coated it with barbed insults. He's a good man that will never see his potential.
He tries to back away, but his feet only slide in the snow. His body not strong enough to wrench free of that grip, not at this angle. And so with no other choice, the last bits of his facade crack. His face crumbles, and this time one stray tear makes it down his cheek before he can catch it. He bows his head before Wolfwood can see anymore.
When he speaks, his voice is barely more than a whisper. It's almost impossible to hear over the wind and falling snow.]
I don't want to watch you die, Nick.