[ The other Vash's words are well aimed, and each one lands hard. No, of course he doesn't want Wolfwood to continue thinking of himself as soiled, as monstrous, as somebody to be avoided. Of course he doesn't want that! He wants all this to be over, wants to stop moving for awhile, to know that everyone he cares about is safe and happy and then? The orphanage, maybe. They could join Miss Melanie, watch over a whole horde of screaming, laughing kids, do some real good without ever having to touch a gun again. A life without bloodshed, nothing more serious than skinned knees and broken toys. A life where he could wake up every morning in the arms of his best friend, that's what he wants.
But he doesn't get to have what he wants. It's not right for him even to want, not anymore. Not with everything that's at stake. But that's his burden to bear, and so he just keeps his mouth shut, just lets Wolfwood do the talking as up the stairs and into the room they go.
Wolfwood is all but unarmed, is what he hears on that walk. Wolfwood can't heal from terrible injuries anymore. If he can't heal, then he can't fight against Knives and however many of his entouage still remain. He'd be gunned down in seconds, and with that realization comes a sick sort of relief – the decision about whether to bring Wolfwood to Octovern has been made for him, hasn't it? It's out of his hands.
But he won't leave Wolfwood like this, he decides, sitting down heavily on the bed and holding out a hand for Wolfwood to join him. The other Vash is right about that – he's got a responsibility to this man, and to this man's heart. ]
I don't really know how to say this, so let me just say sorry now, in case I mess it up. [ Their hands fit so well together, don't they? Wolfwood's big broad fingers and his own long slender ones. They don't look like they should fit, but they do. There's probably a metaphor in there somewhere. ] You have a good heart, Nicholas D Wolfwood. After everything that's been done to you, after everything you've been made to do, that good heart still wants to protect people. [ He raises their joined hands, holding the back of Wolfwood's gently against his cheek. ] I've hurt so many more people than you have, so if I'm still a good person, then so are you. Because being good isn't about what's on your hands. It's about what's in your heart.
[ And then, before he can think about it too much and come up with all the reasons why it's a bad idea, he turns his head just slightly to press a kiss to the back of Wolfwood's hand. ]
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But he doesn't get to have what he wants. It's not right for him even to want, not anymore. Not with everything that's at stake. But that's his burden to bear, and so he just keeps his mouth shut, just lets Wolfwood do the talking as up the stairs and into the room they go.
Wolfwood is all but unarmed, is what he hears on that walk. Wolfwood can't heal from terrible injuries anymore. If he can't heal, then he can't fight against Knives and however many of his entouage still remain. He'd be gunned down in seconds, and with that realization comes a sick sort of relief – the decision about whether to bring Wolfwood to Octovern has been made for him, hasn't it? It's out of his hands.
But he won't leave Wolfwood like this, he decides, sitting down heavily on the bed and holding out a hand for Wolfwood to join him. The other Vash is right about that – he's got a responsibility to this man, and to this man's heart. ]
I don't really know how to say this, so let me just say sorry now, in case I mess it up. [ Their hands fit so well together, don't they? Wolfwood's big broad fingers and his own long slender ones. They don't look like they should fit, but they do. There's probably a metaphor in there somewhere. ] You have a good heart, Nicholas D Wolfwood. After everything that's been done to you, after everything you've been made to do, that good heart still wants to protect people. [ He raises their joined hands, holding the back of Wolfwood's gently against his cheek. ] I've hurt so many more people than you have, so if I'm still a good person, then so are you. Because being good isn't about what's on your hands. It's about what's in your heart.
[ And then, before he can think about it too much and come up with all the reasons why it's a bad idea, he turns his head just slightly to press a kiss to the back of Wolfwood's hand. ]