[His memories? No, that didn't seem right. He'd never really had any trouble misremembering things before, though...if he had, then how would he even know? But then his ponderings over the state of his own memories hiccupped a moment when he realized what he'd just called him, and for a split second, he very nearly told him just exactly how old he'd been, to spite the snarky nickname.
But...that...felt like too much bad news for one day. He wouldn't drop that bombshell in his lap.]
Don't think so. They hadn't gotten a chance to fuck with me once I started followin' Needle-Noggin. [He snorted softly to himself at the petulant little shit's outbursts, but the way his voice was starting to croak around a lack of water was worrying.] Vash was headed towards Home when something happened. An earthquake? Whatever it was... [It had done more than just throw him to the winds of wherever they had been before. Vash had perceived him. He'd touched him.] I don't know. I might have lost time, happens sometimes. He wasn't here when things settled. I can point you in the direction we were headed, if you wanna try.
[Which...just begged the question; if Vash were there...if they continued on the path he'd been headed and got there and Vash came face to face with Wolfwood again, even if it was one who was weirdly young and not-quite-right...
Well. In the long run, it was better to cross that bridge when they came to it, rather than let this other Nicholas die in the desert because he felt worried about crossing some sort of paradox.]
We honestly weren't too far out, far as I could tell. Things kind of blur together after a while, but it's as good a shot as any. [And then he gave a little laugh, the sound rippling through the air between them.] Sorry, Nico. It doesn't work that way. Best I can do is...pretending I can get anything out of smoking a cigarette that doesn't really exist. It's just an illusion.
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But...that...felt like too much bad news for one day. He wouldn't drop that bombshell in his lap.]
Don't think so. They hadn't gotten a chance to fuck with me once I started followin' Needle-Noggin. [He snorted softly to himself at the petulant little shit's outbursts, but the way his voice was starting to croak around a lack of water was worrying.] Vash was headed towards Home when something happened. An earthquake? Whatever it was... [It had done more than just throw him to the winds of wherever they had been before. Vash had perceived him. He'd touched him.] I don't know. I might have lost time, happens sometimes. He wasn't here when things settled. I can point you in the direction we were headed, if you wanna try.
[Which...just begged the question; if Vash were there...if they continued on the path he'd been headed and got there and Vash came face to face with Wolfwood again, even if it was one who was weirdly young and not-quite-right...
Well. In the long run, it was better to cross that bridge when they came to it, rather than let this other Nicholas die in the desert because he felt worried about crossing some sort of paradox.]
We honestly weren't too far out, far as I could tell. Things kind of blur together after a while, but it's as good a shot as any. [And then he gave a little laugh, the sound rippling through the air between them.] Sorry, Nico. It doesn't work that way. Best I can do is...pretending I can get anything out of smoking a cigarette that doesn't really exist. It's just an illusion.