[The worst part is that Vash doesn't need Nick to say it out loud. He knows it's a shot in the dark. But even if their actions had been solely to stir trouble, their honesty has earned a level of trust within the Independent. Not more than Nick, certainly not.
If Wolfwood asked, if he said not to trust them, Vash would gladly listen. How could he not, considering everything else.
The mere reminder prompts Vash to clutch at his lover's hand. And when one of his own simply isn't enough, he sandwiches Wolfwood between two. It's a gesture that borders on clinging, and that only grows when Wolfwood speaks.]
I wouldn't be either. But - [He sniffs, a noise verging dangerously on wet.] If we have a choice, then Livio can go back with you. He can keep you and Hopeland safe. You won't have to be afraid, you won't have to worry about working for the Eye or chasing me around just to keep them safe.
Maybe... maybe we kill two birds with one stone.
[A future not just for JuLai, but for his partners as well. One where they both live, safe and protected by one another. He'd gladly sacrifice his own happiness for that.
But isn't that just running away? His resolve wavers, and his expression falters.]
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If Wolfwood asked, if he said not to trust them, Vash would gladly listen. How could he not, considering everything else.
The mere reminder prompts Vash to clutch at his lover's hand. And when one of his own simply isn't enough, he sandwiches Wolfwood between two. It's a gesture that borders on clinging, and that only grows when Wolfwood speaks.]
I wouldn't be either. But - [He sniffs, a noise verging dangerously on wet.] If we have a choice, then Livio can go back with you. He can keep you and Hopeland safe. You won't have to be afraid, you won't have to worry about working for the Eye or chasing me around just to keep them safe.
Maybe... maybe we kill two birds with one stone.
[A future not just for JuLai, but for his partners as well. One where they both live, safe and protected by one another. He'd gladly sacrifice his own happiness for that.
But isn't that just running away? His resolve wavers, and his expression falters.]
I'm screwin' up again, aren't I?