[It doesn't feel right, in the end. To leave Vash behind, and to go home, just him and Livio. Because...he knows the outcome, even if it could mean saving JuLai by virtue of Vash not being there. Vash not being there means that Nai will have the means with which to run completely rampant, unchallenged by anyone on the planet. None could oppose him, and though he might not be able to realize his true plans without Vash present...Wolfwood has no doubt he'd come up with something new.
Something terrible.
His brow furrows, just a touch, as Vash grips at his hand. The best he can do is hold it back, his fingers curling against the other's.]
Honestly, Vash? I can't answer that. I really dunno.
[Maybe it is a mistake. Maybe it isn't. Maybe doing this would save the world. Maybe it wouldn't. He doesn't have the answers, as much as he wishes he did.]
What you're wantin' t'do...I don't think it's wrong. You're tryin' to save people, just like you always have been. But even if we know the future, it just...
[There's no way of knowing how things will go. He knows taking Vash out of the picture would undoubtedly change things, but how...?]
[Vash has the same doubts, the same fears. Zazie said they would help, but who could really keep an eye on them. It was just as likely that they would work with their old self and create something even worse for the Planet. Two heads of a hivemind surely wouldn't be good for No Man's Land.
The acknowledgement, at least, that Vash isn't doing wrong is comforting. Wolfwood isn't necessarily angry at him. He's trying, at the very least, to see his side. And considering everything, maybe that would have to be enough.
Vash lets out a sigh. Though he'd only just barely managed to get his emotions in check, a stray tear streaks down his cheek once again. He doesn't tear his hands away from Wolfwood to wipe at it. Instead, he draws in a deep, unsteady breath.]
Maybe... we don't need to make that gamble yet. [It's another form of running, putting this future off. And yet...] We don't know what's gonna happen. And we're nowhere near needin' to make that choice. Maybe we put a pin in it for now and... just focus on here.
[Ultimately, neither of them could know what the future held within the Grove. At any point, something could shift. Trying to plan out the future of one world was hard enough, but they were at the whims of two]
[Well good news, Wolfwood has a free hand where Vash does not, and he isn't just going to make him sit there like that. He'll reach up and use the edge of his hand to wipe his cheek for him, wishing there was more he could do to alleviate them. He doesn't have the words that are going to make Vash feel better about...any of this. The reality of their situation just sucks that much. He always knew that things weren't ever going to be easy, but never did he imagine they'd get this hard.
If anything, it isn't Vash he's angry at. It's everything else that's put them in this situation. It's fucking Nai, the main problem they're fighting at present.
Regardless, he's a bit surprised when Vash concedes to letting the issue just...be, for the time being. He's right though. It's not like they can do anything like that now. Leaving the Grove isn't yet an option for anyone, and while Wolfwood would be lying if he said he liked the idea of Vash staying behind, it is...at least, not a problem they have to face right away.
Just focus on here. That's something he can get behind.]
Yeah. No point in givin' yourself grey hairs already, right?
[He gives Vash's cheek a playful little pinch where he was wiping it off, then lets go so he can place his hand overtop one of Vash's still gripping his other hand.]
No matter what ends up happenin', I'll be here for it. At least that much I can promise.
[And what do you know, it makes him laugh. A sad little thing, bogged down by every ounce of grief and fear he has for their future, but at least it's a laugh. He's trying. He has to try. Time with Wolfwood was so precious now, considering just how limited it was. Whether it be his impending death, or Vash's own decision to stay behind, there was a finite amount of moments to be shared between them.
So how could he let any of it be tainted by his grief.
His expression wobbles dangerously at the mere thought, close to breaking down once more. He does his best to swallow it all. It's counterproductive to run from his feelings, sure, but... what else was he meant to do?]
I know you will. And I'll always be right by your side. [He leans forward, kissing the top of Wolfwood's hand.] Yours and Liv's, for that matter.
[This is better. Sharing breath with Wolfwood, feeling his warmth. He doesn't need an intimate embrace. He just needs to know that he's there. Alive, even if only for this moment. Everything else could, would have to wait.]
I think I'll get there. Especially if you're right here with me.
[No grandiose promises, or anything like that. He wants to hope this will be the last fight, the last time they run away from each other. Knowing his track record, though, he won't risk an actual vow.]
[Wolfwood isn't even thinking that far into the future, himself. He's come to realize that there's no point in trying. Maybe it's because he knows far more about the future than he ever actually wanted to, but...that's something he'll have to ask himself some other time. Right now, he just wants to focus on Vash.
Vash, who he's leaning in towards so he can press his lips to the bridge of his nose.]
Hope you don't mind, but...I don't really wanna leave this room tonight.
[Judging by the soft, almost shy smile, it's not a lie. In fact, he immediately throws himself into getting comfortable. He wiggles into bed and, with an eventual sigh, opens his arms up wide to Wolfwood.]
C'mere?
[If Wolfwood isn't ready, that's fine. But Vash is pretty sure he's read the signs right, and that this is a perfectly fine line to now step across.]
[Oh, no. He is. He meant what he said: he doesn't want to be anywhere else.
It's almost funny, the way Wolfwood less comes over and more falls over into Vash's arms, just flopping over into them like an exhausted dog. He even sighs heavily like one, his head dropping against Vash's collarbone so he can just hide there for the foreseeable future.
But if he were a dog, and he had a tail, it would be wagging.]
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Something terrible.
His brow furrows, just a touch, as Vash grips at his hand. The best he can do is hold it back, his fingers curling against the other's.]
Honestly, Vash? I can't answer that. I really dunno.
[Maybe it is a mistake. Maybe it isn't. Maybe doing this would save the world. Maybe it wouldn't. He doesn't have the answers, as much as he wishes he did.]
What you're wantin' t'do...I don't think it's wrong. You're tryin' to save people, just like you always have been. But even if we know the future, it just...
[There's no way of knowing how things will go. He knows taking Vash out of the picture would undoubtedly change things, but how...?]
It's always gonna be a gamble, no matter what.
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The acknowledgement, at least, that Vash isn't doing wrong is comforting. Wolfwood isn't necessarily angry at him. He's trying, at the very least, to see his side. And considering everything, maybe that would have to be enough.
Vash lets out a sigh. Though he'd only just barely managed to get his emotions in check, a stray tear streaks down his cheek once again. He doesn't tear his hands away from Wolfwood to wipe at it. Instead, he draws in a deep, unsteady breath.]
Maybe... we don't need to make that gamble yet. [It's another form of running, putting this future off. And yet...] We don't know what's gonna happen. And we're nowhere near needin' to make that choice. Maybe we put a pin in it for now and... just focus on here.
[Ultimately, neither of them could know what the future held within the Grove. At any point, something could shift. Trying to plan out the future of one world was hard enough, but they were at the whims of two]
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If anything, it isn't Vash he's angry at. It's everything else that's put them in this situation. It's fucking Nai, the main problem they're fighting at present.
Regardless, he's a bit surprised when Vash concedes to letting the issue just...be, for the time being. He's right though. It's not like they can do anything like that now. Leaving the Grove isn't yet an option for anyone, and while Wolfwood would be lying if he said he liked the idea of Vash staying behind, it is...at least, not a problem they have to face right away.
Just focus on here. That's something he can get behind.]
Yeah. No point in givin' yourself grey hairs already, right?
[He gives Vash's cheek a playful little pinch where he was wiping it off, then lets go so he can place his hand overtop one of Vash's still gripping his other hand.]
No matter what ends up happenin', I'll be here for it. At least that much I can promise.
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So how could he let any of it be tainted by his grief.
His expression wobbles dangerously at the mere thought, close to breaking down once more. He does his best to swallow it all. It's counterproductive to run from his feelings, sure, but... what else was he meant to do?]
I know you will. And I'll always be right by your side. [He leans forward, kissing the top of Wolfwood's hand.] Yours and Liv's, for that matter.
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[Like, whether or not Vash fully realizes it, he's cemented himself as a fixture for both of them at this point. No getting around that.
The kiss prompts a slight smile from him, a little bit sad in its own right, as he leans their heads together again.]
I doubt you're feelin' a whole lot better, but. I hope you are, just a little.
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I think I'll get there. Especially if you're right here with me.
[No grandiose promises, or anything like that. He wants to hope this will be the last fight, the last time they run away from each other. Knowing his track record, though, he won't risk an actual vow.]
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[Wolfwood isn't even thinking that far into the future, himself. He's come to realize that there's no point in trying. Maybe it's because he knows far more about the future than he ever actually wanted to, but...that's something he'll have to ask himself some other time. Right now, he just wants to focus on Vash.
Vash, who he's leaning in towards so he can press his lips to the bridge of his nose.]
Hope you don't mind, but...I don't really wanna leave this room tonight.
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[Judging by the soft, almost shy smile, it's not a lie. In fact, he immediately throws himself into getting comfortable. He wiggles into bed and, with an eventual sigh, opens his arms up wide to Wolfwood.]
C'mere?
[If Wolfwood isn't ready, that's fine. But Vash is pretty sure he's read the signs right, and that this is a perfectly fine line to now step across.]
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It's almost funny, the way Wolfwood less comes over and more falls over into Vash's arms, just flopping over into them like an exhausted dog. He even sighs heavily like one, his head dropping against Vash's collarbone so he can just hide there for the foreseeable future.
But if he were a dog, and he had a tail, it would be wagging.]