[ Wolfwood doesn't talk about his feelings. His anger is a whirlwind that picks him up and sweeps him through anyone unlucky enough to be in his path, but that's not a feeling -- that's just who he is, and he doesn't talk about that, either. But all this shit, about guilt and grief and forgiveness? These aren't things that, even when he has the words to describe them, he doesn't talk about.
He doesn't talk about the Eye, not really. He doesn't talk about how they wanted to reform his mind and not just his body, how every other 'graduate' of their program comes out thinking in lock step with the high priests. How a big part of the training was being told what to think, about what topics, and overwriting his own experiences and feelings with those deemed correct. His body doesn't hurt -- he can keep going. He doesn't pity the man in his sights -- that's just a body, just a target. Millions Knives isn't a psychopath with a pet mad scientist -- he's the savior of humanity.
The things he's seen, the things he's experienced, the things he knows, the way he knows the back of his hand -- the Eye rewrote them, erased them, denied them. Corrected them. Now the back of his hand isn't the same anymore, now his heart is a stone, but his mind still works. He knows what he did, and Vash doesn't get to take that from him.
But even if he had the words for all that, Wolfwood doesn't talk about his feelings. His lip curls back, baring his teeth in what nobody in their right mind would ever call a grin, and he jabs Stampede in the chest once more, with a single finger. ]
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He doesn't talk about the Eye, not really. He doesn't talk about how they wanted to reform his mind and not just his body, how every other 'graduate' of their program comes out thinking in lock step with the high priests. How a big part of the training was being told what to think, about what topics, and overwriting his own experiences and feelings with those deemed correct. His body doesn't hurt -- he can keep going. He doesn't pity the man in his sights -- that's just a body, just a target. Millions Knives isn't a psychopath with a pet mad scientist -- he's the savior of humanity.
The things he's seen, the things he's experienced, the things he knows, the way he knows the back of his hand -- the Eye rewrote them, erased them, denied them. Corrected them. Now the back of his hand isn't the same anymore, now his heart is a stone, but his mind still works. He knows what he did, and Vash doesn't get to take that from him.
But even if he had the words for all that, Wolfwood doesn't talk about his feelings. His lip curls back, baring his teeth in what nobody in their right mind would ever call a grin, and he jabs Stampede in the chest once more, with a single finger. ]
I see why he kept his distance from you.