[The bottle is returned, and Wolfwood takes it but doesn’t drink more for now. He just got it, it wouldn’t do to blow through the entire bottle in the first minute of them talking, even if he did get it to keep the nerves at bay. Talking is hard, he’s shit at it, but this needs to happen.
So he lets Vash take his turn speaking, once more worrying the edge of the glass with his fingers. Vash and Wolfwood will probably never see eye to eye perfectly in this regard, solely because Wolfwood is far more mortal than Vash is. It is very likely that even if Wolfwood lived into old age, Vash would barely change at all, long lived as he is. He’s been around for several lifetimes more, has seen far more death and destruction, and has watched countless lives come and go. Wolfwood…will never truly understand, nor will be able to comprehend that.
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So he lets Vash take his turn speaking, once more worrying the edge of the glass with his fingers. Vash and Wolfwood will probably never see eye to eye perfectly in this regard, solely because Wolfwood is far more mortal than Vash is. It is very likely that even if Wolfwood lived into old age, Vash would barely change at all, long lived as he is. He’s been around for several lifetimes more, has seen far more death and destruction, and has watched countless lives come and go. Wolfwood…will never truly understand, nor will be able to comprehend that.
His head ducks forward just a little more.]
Okay. I won’t.