We'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Focus on what you're doing, I will find you.
He knew how to control his temper. He couldn't stop feeling, never could, but he could obscure it easily enough. Pretend his hatred and loathing didn't still exist, eye the masses of humanity with something approaching neutrality.
There is ... something, a bubbling of mirth perhaps, at the idea of a ghost of Wolfwood, but no actual comment on that part.
Even I in my prime would not have been able to mend that kind of damage without paying dearly for it. That's how I got where I am now, and why I know we need greater numbers than one.
He wants to ask, but doesn't, if she even wants to be saved. That kind of pain, from what they did to her alone, and then the blood in the sand.. her suffering must be terrible. Hadn't she suffered enough? Would it be kinder to heal her, or gently end her anguish?
Vash.. Vash wouldn't be able to. He'd have to steel himself for it personally, then.
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He knew how to control his temper. He couldn't stop feeling, never could, but he could obscure it easily enough. Pretend his hatred and loathing didn't still exist, eye the masses of humanity with something approaching neutrality.
There is ... something, a bubbling of mirth perhaps, at the idea of a ghost of Wolfwood, but no actual comment on that part.
Even I in my prime would not have been able to mend that kind of damage without paying dearly for it. That's how I got where I am now, and why I know we need greater numbers than one.
He wants to ask, but doesn't, if she even wants to be saved. That kind of pain, from what they did to her alone, and then the blood in the sand.. her suffering must be terrible. Hadn't she suffered enough? Would it be kinder to heal her, or gently end her anguish?
Vash.. Vash wouldn't be able to. He'd have to steel himself for it personally, then.