[It's been a couple days. Wolfwood has spent...all of that time self-reflecting. Thinking. Probably more than he ever has, juggling all of the various information he now has rattling around in his brain, because there is just so much of it. He needed time entirely alone to himself to grieve, of a sort. To acknowledge and make some kind of tenuous peace with the fact he was always going to die someday, so might as well go out fighting than die of old age. He's not that type of person anyway, he reckons. Here for a good time, not a long time...and how good that time is is nebulous at best, anyway.
And of course, there is everything else. The whole of their world at large is on the cusp of turmoil, and what he's been through is just the start of that. One day, perhaps, he's going to go back and witness the destruction of JuLai, and then die at some point following that. Maybe it will be a couple years, or maybe not even a full one. He has no way of knowing right now.
Unlike Vash, he can't spend all of his time ruminating over what's yet to come when he has shit that needs addressing in the immediate present. Their talk with Livio nudged the door open, and now...it's up to him to extend his hand. He knows that.
Vash is staying at the Inn once more, which makes the slow trudge up the stairs to his old room a strangely familiar one. It's reminiscent of that first night they came back here and drank together, then they kissed, and began on their downward spiral together from there. Maybe that's why Wolfwood has come bearing a bottle of liquor held by the neck in one hand, as well as a flat white box balanced atop his other.
He stands there silent in front of the door, taking a slow breath. Then, he kicks the door lightly with his prosthetic to knock.]
Between Livio's talk with them and the subnautica event
And of course, there is everything else. The whole of their world at large is on the cusp of turmoil, and what he's been through is just the start of that. One day, perhaps, he's going to go back and witness the destruction of JuLai, and then die at some point following that. Maybe it will be a couple years, or maybe not even a full one. He has no way of knowing right now.
Unlike Vash, he can't spend all of his time ruminating over what's yet to come when he has shit that needs addressing in the immediate present. Their talk with Livio nudged the door open, and now...it's up to him to extend his hand. He knows that.
Vash is staying at the Inn once more, which makes the slow trudge up the stairs to his old room a strangely familiar one. It's reminiscent of that first night they came back here and drank together, then they kissed, and began on their downward spiral together from there. Maybe that's why Wolfwood has come bearing a bottle of liquor held by the neck in one hand, as well as a flat white box balanced atop his other.
He stands there silent in front of the door, taking a slow breath. Then, he kicks the door lightly with his prosthetic to knock.]