[... sorry, vash. you made him actually pause and think about his feelings, and now his skin is crawling. razlo crosses his arms and looks away pointedly.]
[Well, that's about all he needs to hear. Vash lets his arms drop, his shoulders slump in defeat. He gives a little nod before... just quietly trudging away.]
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[He nudges Razlo with his elbow.]
What about after?
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Ain't talkin' about this anymore.
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