[Vash doesn't immediately start crying again when he tells him where he's headed, but his feet did try and trip over themselves for a brief moment of shock, and he had to take a moment to stop himself, reminding himself to breathe before he started walking again. This time, his gait was...perhaps not more determined, but his footsteps came down harder in the sand, and he gave a small humming sound. The hand in front of his face moved, thumping himself on the forehead, lighter and all, as he grimaced. No, no crying, stop panicking, it was fine!
Finally, he was able to force words out again, huffing in frustration at the old, familiar feeling of the nonexistent barrier in his throat that made it feel physically impossible to talk.]
They're not there. They got on the rescue ship and went to Octovern. I was there, couple weeks ago, nobody's back yet.
[He's not going to try and dissuade him from going. He knows when Wolfwood gets something in his head, getting him to not do it is harder than pulling teeth. But he would still tell him the facts and let him decide what to do with them. And then fight down the feeling of being physically ill that the thought of him going back there, even knowing it was safe, made him feel.
At the same time, there was a little voice in the back of his head that dimly realized; if he knew what happened there, enough to preemptively scold Vash for crying over the whole thing, then maybe at least he'd be prepared enough to protect himself if anyone had come back. But then it also wanted to snarl out at him - If he knows what happened there, then why is he going back? There's nothing for him there!]
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Finally, he was able to force words out again, huffing in frustration at the old, familiar feeling of the nonexistent barrier in his throat that made it feel physically impossible to talk.]
They're not there. They got on the rescue ship and went to Octovern. I was there, couple weeks ago, nobody's back yet.
[He's not going to try and dissuade him from going. He knows when Wolfwood gets something in his head, getting him to not do it is harder than pulling teeth. But he would still tell him the facts and let him decide what to do with them. And then fight down the feeling of being physically ill that the thought of him going back there, even knowing it was safe, made him feel.
At the same time, there was a little voice in the back of his head that dimly realized; if he knew what happened there, enough to preemptively scold Vash for crying over the whole thing, then maybe at least he'd be prepared enough to protect himself if anyone had come back. But then it also wanted to snarl out at him - If he knows what happened there, then why is he going back? There's nothing for him there!]