Hopperd being dead fit with expectations, even if the dubiousness of death lingered. What had the man to live for if revenge for July was impossible? Midvalley remains quiet for a while, studying what he can see of the place. It ... belonged to kids, didn't it? Not rich ones, either. This had the dusty fading air of make-do, not plenty. Didn't the Eye of Michael, Chapel's group, have an orpha-
... Ah. If he had to guess with the damage outside, this was why Wolfwood turned traitor, and maybe in that case the rest of the Eye. Who had attacked? Zazie? Elendira?
Gently, Sylvia is set down; it would need a thorough cleaning and check over, if he was lucky the reed would be undamaged. He looks up, brow furrowed, at what might have been a rude question. "I should be," is the blunt response. "Legato isn't known for being forgiving of traitors, and he was a damn good shot." There's a brief rise of one hand almost to compulsively check the gunshot wound he knows is there, but the tremor of unease or fear returns and it falls back to his side. "He didn't miss."
Vash has to contend with the loss of his friend, Midvalley has to come to grips with knowing he died, feeling himself die, and still standing here. He wasn't a religious man.
"Everyone is gone. I never wanted on that bloodthirsty boat ride to begin with and I sure as hell don't plan on picking up where they left off. The Gung-Ho Guns are gone." He takes a slow breath, lets it out carefully to test the pain. "But of the whole group, I'm the only normal human. If I'm still alive.." He jerks a thumb back towards the door. "Who knows who else might be hiding and licking their wounds. One way or another, I'm not going back. I'm not wasting my second shot on someone else's vendettas."
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... Ah. If he had to guess with the damage outside, this was why Wolfwood turned traitor, and maybe in that case the rest of the Eye. Who had attacked? Zazie? Elendira?
Gently, Sylvia is set down; it would need a thorough cleaning and check over, if he was lucky the reed would be undamaged. He looks up, brow furrowed, at what might have been a rude question. "I should be," is the blunt response. "Legato isn't known for being forgiving of traitors, and he was a damn good shot." There's a brief rise of one hand almost to compulsively check the gunshot wound he knows is there, but the tremor of unease or fear returns and it falls back to his side. "He didn't miss."
Vash has to contend with the loss of his friend, Midvalley has to come to grips with knowing he died, feeling himself die, and still standing here. He wasn't a religious man.
"Everyone is gone. I never wanted on that bloodthirsty boat ride to begin with and I sure as hell don't plan on picking up where they left off. The Gung-Ho Guns are gone." He takes a slow breath, lets it out carefully to test the pain. "But of the whole group, I'm the only normal human. If I'm still alive.." He jerks a thumb back towards the door. "Who knows who else might be hiding and licking their wounds. One way or another, I'm not going back. I'm not wasting my second shot on someone else's vendettas."