[ And there it was, just like he said. Who the fuck hears you don't know me and goes off for two solids minutes listing everything they think they know? That was his cue to shut the hell up, not start flapping his damn jaw about shit he has no right to be saying!
And no, that he's right about most of it doesn't fucking matter! It doesn't matter one bit, it's the damn principle of the thing! Loverboy here is still stuck on the Wolfwood he knew, which means everything he thinks he knows about this Wolfwood? Is all just... what's the word. Projection. ]
Yeah, you do that. [ Rein it in, that is. Keep your damn mouth shut. ] Like I said, that's not me.
[ Just like this Vash isn't anything like the Vash he knew, back in his world, and he isn't anything like that other Vash that he met at Rem's place. There's similarities, that's all – the need to meddle, the pacifism, the way they can't fucking stop talking.
Does this one starve himself too? The thought pops unbidden into Wolfwood's head, and then he can't stop thinking about it. About what it must be like to feel that strongly about letting people get hurt, and then having to watch it happen, over and over.
God dammit, he is not feeling bad for this asshole! ]
And he's not you, but the Stampede I know, I think he feels things too much, too, sometimes. You'd think livin' that long would toughen him up, but...
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And no, that he's right about most of it doesn't fucking matter! It doesn't matter one bit, it's the damn principle of the thing! Loverboy here is still stuck on the Wolfwood he knew, which means everything he thinks he knows about this Wolfwood? Is all just... what's the word. Projection. ]
Yeah, you do that. [ Rein it in, that is. Keep your damn mouth shut. ] Like I said, that's not me.
[ Just like this Vash isn't anything like the Vash he knew, back in his world, and he isn't anything like that other Vash that he met at Rem's place. There's similarities, that's all – the need to meddle, the pacifism, the way they can't fucking stop talking.
Does this one starve himself too? The thought pops unbidden into Wolfwood's head, and then he can't stop thinking about it. About what it must be like to feel that strongly about letting people get hurt, and then having to watch it happen, over and over.
God dammit, he is not feeling bad for this asshole! ]
And he's not you, but the Stampede I know, I think he feels things too much, too, sometimes. You'd think livin' that long would toughen him up, but...