[With the way Vash is acting like he's about to present Wolfwood with a wild animal or something, he's expecting it to be pretty bad, whatever is under there. Nothing could have really prepared him for how bad, though.
Wolfwood has his share of scarring on some parts of his body, which Vash will more than likely see if they get past this point. He, too, has been injured to the point of death over and over again, the only difference being that he has a serum that can heal those wounds over as if they'd never happened. Early on, when he was in the midst of the experiments, he knows damn well that the meds weren't working on him at first. Those scars never fully healed. Those are a reminder of what he's been fighting for and against this entire time. But those pale in comparison to this.
Vash...some parts of him seem almost like they're barely hanging on. Huge chunks of flesh are missing. Parts have been bolted, stapled, and stitched back together. Metal plates embedded in his skin where normal surgery must not have been possible. Scar upon scar, literally too many for him to possibly count, laid bare for Wolfwood to see. He can't hide it, he does look shocked by what he sees.
But...the shock doesn't last for long. It slowly melts into something else, as one of his hands comes up to very tentatively brush along one of those scars that cut super deep around his torso, where he'd probably been shot fatally at one point. His brows knit together with sympathy. Anger, for Vash's sake, that he'd been hurt this badly. It has nothing to do with looks. Not even remotely.
Then, brown eyes slowly shift back up to meet blue.]
You really think this is gonna scare me off? After everything we've been through?
cw: child experimentation
Wolfwood has his share of scarring on some parts of his body, which Vash will more than likely see if they get past this point. He, too, has been injured to the point of death over and over again, the only difference being that he has a serum that can heal those wounds over as if they'd never happened. Early on, when he was in the midst of the experiments, he knows damn well that the meds weren't working on him at first. Those scars never fully healed. Those are a reminder of what he's been fighting for and against this entire time. But those pale in comparison to this.
Vash...some parts of him seem almost like they're barely hanging on. Huge chunks of flesh are missing. Parts have been bolted, stapled, and stitched back together. Metal plates embedded in his skin where normal surgery must not have been possible. Scar upon scar, literally too many for him to possibly count, laid bare for Wolfwood to see. He can't hide it, he does look shocked by what he sees.
But...the shock doesn't last for long. It slowly melts into something else, as one of his hands comes up to very tentatively brush along one of those scars that cut super deep around his torso, where he'd probably been shot fatally at one point. His brows knit together with sympathy. Anger, for Vash's sake, that he'd been hurt this badly. It has nothing to do with looks. Not even remotely.
Then, brown eyes slowly shift back up to meet blue.]
You really think this is gonna scare me off? After everything we've been through?