[Vash does not mince words, and Wolfwood does not shy away from them. He takes what he has to say without complaint, rubbing at the neck of the bottle with his thumb. He's still kindof looking elsewhere, at least until Vash brings up the point about trust which- honestly- had been what upset Wolfwood the most. Because despite their differences, despite how much shit they've had to go through together...that's one thing he feels like he can't lose. He's already risked it with the whole stunt he pulled back home, working with Knives and all...but at least that one is no longer a secret. Hell, Vash knew the whole time anyway. Or, at least...he suspected.

It's easier for him to swallow the idea that he bruised his trust. Something that was harmed in the moment, but can be repaired.

And that apology, that one simple word, goes a long way.]

...Thank you.

[His shoulders sag, just a little. Then, he takes another quick swig before offering the bottle Vash's way.]

I know I've been selfish. My particular ideals...tend to prioritize my family. I ain't gonna deny that.

[This...fuck you, got mine, mentality. Maybe a little less harsh than that, but the point stands when Wolfwood would give up the world for those he loves. Even if it meant giving up...more than Vash could stomach.]

I'm just one broken man among however many millions of us assholes managed to survive as long as we have in the desert. I don't get to decide who lives or dies.

[Ironic, coming from the assassin. A master in taking lives.]