Up go Midvalley's hands, palms out. No weapons! If in that moment Vash had chosen to draw and shoot, it's very obvious he'd have had a clear and easy target, but he hasn't yet drawn and Midvalley's definitely not dead (..again?), so that as far as the musician is concerned is doing pretty good.
Plus, the 60 billion double dollar man just said the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, something that draws a brief, unconscious smile to his face.
"Easy now; if I wanted a fight I wouldn't have said anything first. Knives is dead? Legato too then I take it, if you're still breathing and he's not, I can't imagine his pet lunatic would just let that go." Oh. Oh that made things so much better, and he can relax just a little, only as much as his lingering gunshot would let him.
Knives is dead, ergo Legato is dead, therefore, he is free.
How hard would it be to strike up a new band? It was like a tremendous burden of fear and horror had been suddenly lifted from his shoulders. If it wouldn't hurt so damn much he'd do a little waltz. .. On the other hand, that meant the rest of his 'companions' were likely dead too. He'd made a promise to Hopperd, which he hadn't thought he'd get a chance to see to. ... Well, now he would.
And his voice is still ever so careful. "You .. sober enough for this conversation? I just want to know where I can go to clean up, I have no idea where the hell this is or how I got here. Don't shoot me, and I'll return the favor." Not that he'd have a prayer of winning that particular conflict.
I can do Wonderwall.
Plus, the 60 billion double dollar man just said the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, something that draws a brief, unconscious smile to his face.
"Easy now; if I wanted a fight I wouldn't have said anything first. Knives is dead? Legato too then I take it, if you're still breathing and he's not, I can't imagine his pet lunatic would just let that go." Oh. Oh that made things so much better, and he can relax just a little, only as much as his lingering gunshot would let him.
Knives is dead, ergo Legato is dead, therefore, he is free.
How hard would it be to strike up a new band? It was like a tremendous burden of fear and horror had been suddenly lifted from his shoulders. If it wouldn't hurt so damn much he'd do a little waltz. .. On the other hand, that meant the rest of his 'companions' were likely dead too. He'd made a promise to Hopperd, which he hadn't thought he'd get a chance to see to. ... Well, now he would.
And his voice is still ever so careful. "You .. sober enough for this conversation? I just want to know where I can go to clean up, I have no idea where the hell this is or how I got here. Don't shoot me, and I'll return the favor." Not that he'd have a prayer of winning that particular conflict.