Vash blinked, his eyes soft for the way vulnerability was writ all over the man, body and face and eyes most of all.
Then he smiled, soft and a little sad but so, so warm.
"It's all right. I do need to be here. And you need to see it, as well, or the thought will haunt you. I am sorry. But you don't ... have to do anything. You don't have to even need to look until there is something to see. I'll take care of it all."
Vash had, interestingly, less religious experience (cult that included, well, him as one of the objects notwithstanding) to consider things like sacred and desecration. He buried people because it was how he could protect them from the harsh world that took so much from all of them. And he planned to return it all to give whoever was in this grave rest, after.
But... still. Even if not his Wolfwood, chances were that there was a Nicholas D. Wolfwood here all the same. And he did not ... he did not want to see him lifeless, and worse.
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Then he smiled, soft and a little sad but so, so warm.
"It's all right. I do need to be here. And you need to see it, as well, or the thought will haunt you. I am sorry. But you don't ... have to do anything. You don't have to even need to look until there is something to see. I'll take care of it all."
Vash had, interestingly, less religious experience (cult that included, well, him as one of the objects notwithstanding) to consider things like sacred and desecration. He buried people because it was how he could protect them from the harsh world that took so much from all of them. And he planned to return it all to give whoever was in this grave rest, after.
But... still. Even if not his Wolfwood, chances were that there was a Nicholas D. Wolfwood here all the same. And he did not ... he did not want to see him lifeless, and worse.
They had to, all the same.