Wolfwood was panicking, and for long, long moments Vash was almost - almost - only looking for Nico to make him all right again, before he snapped back to proper reality.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood, his one, was not here, wherever here was. His gun was here. His companions were here. But he wasn't. Perhaps he was back home, freaking out for finding himself all alone. Or perhaps he was somewhere else here, or somewhere else entirely, and he wondered if one of those options wasn't what was getting Wolfwood so worked up.
But with all the people around the panicking, he could stil feel it. There were no plants nearby aside from him. The sweet hum of his sisters was too distant for even him to hear, and that had not been the case before.
He kept... looking, anyway, for a little longer, but the situation just grawed at his guts, until he stepped next to his companion, his voice very, very quiet.
"Wolfwood. He is not here. And there are no plants around, not for a very, very long way. Far further than they should be." That did not sound right. People could not survive well without them.
... usually. definitely now.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood, his one, was not here, wherever here was. His gun was here. His companions were here. But he wasn't. Perhaps he was back home, freaking out for finding himself all alone. Or perhaps he was somewhere else here, or somewhere else entirely, and he wondered if one of those options wasn't what was getting Wolfwood so worked up.
But with all the people around the panicking, he could stil feel it. There were no plants nearby aside from him. The sweet hum of his sisters was too distant for even him to hear, and that had not been the case before.
He kept... looking, anyway, for a little longer, but the situation just grawed at his guts, until he stepped next to his companion, his voice very, very quiet.
"Wolfwood. He is not here. And there are no plants around, not for a very, very long way. Far further than they should be." That did not sound right. People could not survive well without them.