All right. All right. That... was what people called a ghost, right?
That meant that Wolfwood was.
Oh.
For a moment, Vash sort of... deflated, the conclusion that he couldn't not reach taking the wind out of his mills. Was... was that how Wolfwood - the live one - felt about him? The sudden, sinking emptiness made up of what he had known was certain mortality and the absolute wish that--
But then he squared his shoulders, managing a smile.
"She's had to deal with a lot of things in a short time. This is not a world she's known at all! So a lot of things can be a bit much. I'm fine! If you're this used to it all, it's been a while for you, hasn't it?" Beat. Then he tapped the device. "Does this make it easier to communicate?" He could feel the vestiges of pain, happily receding, and the effort, the pulling oneself together to do one thing, and one thing more. He... didn't need questions answered, if it was at the cost of energy that he didn't know how this Wolfwood would recover.
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That meant that Wolfwood was.
Oh.
For a moment, Vash sort of... deflated, the conclusion that he couldn't not reach taking the wind out of his mills. Was... was that how Wolfwood - the live one - felt about him? The sudden, sinking emptiness made up of what he had known was certain mortality and the absolute wish that--
But then he squared his shoulders, managing a smile.
"She's had to deal with a lot of things in a short time. This is not a world she's known at all! So a lot of things can be a bit much. I'm fine! If you're this used to it all, it's been a while for you, hasn't it?" Beat. Then he tapped the device. "Does this make it easier to communicate?" He could feel the vestiges of pain, happily receding, and the effort, the pulling oneself together to do one thing, and one thing more. He... didn't need questions answered, if it was at the cost of energy that he didn't know how this Wolfwood would recover.