[Unfortunately for Wolfwood, Nick had already caved enough to tell him at least some of what the Eye had done to him. Enough that everything had made an even deeper, even more disturbing level of sense. And had absolutely infuriated him, all things considered, though he'd had bigger worries to deal with, at the time.
But it meant he knew; about the experiments, the horrible tortures they'd inflicted on their victims. He had watched how Livio had to be broken free of that indoctrination at the end of the barrel of a rocket launcher and the force of Wolfwood's bare fists.
All of that? Made it even more certain in his mind that the two of them had never been to blame for the things they'd been made to do. In a lot of ways, he blamed himself more than he blamed them; He was partly responsible for all of the awful things his brother had done, and the Eye of Michael was one of his. So in the end, Vash was partially responsible for what they had been put through.
But he doubted that little bit of inwardly-directed hate would help his case any, so he didn't put that to words.
The jab of the finger and those accusatory words confused him for a brief moment, his brow furrowing as he looked down at that hand. And then he realized who he meant, and...he simply sighed, and smiled just a little wider, this time genuinely. It was a little easier to keep from internalizing the little verbal blows he tried to wound him with, now that he knew where his pain was coming from. And the fact that in the end, Wolfwood hadn't kept his distance, not really, blunted the insult's teeth even more.
Sorry, Wolfwood. He had now seen your delicate underbelly, and it was going to be harder to get under his skin, this time.]
Hey, come on, you don't appreciate my charming personality?
[He wasn't here to fight you, sir. He would get under your skin all day, but he really didn't want to hurt him, so he chose to refrain from slinging insults at him. He'd said his piece.]
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But it meant he knew; about the experiments, the horrible tortures they'd inflicted on their victims. He had watched how Livio had to be broken free of that indoctrination at the end of the barrel of a rocket launcher and the force of Wolfwood's bare fists.
All of that? Made it even more certain in his mind that the two of them had never been to blame for the things they'd been made to do. In a lot of ways, he blamed himself more than he blamed them; He was partly responsible for all of the awful things his brother had done, and the Eye of Michael was one of his. So in the end, Vash was partially responsible for what they had been put through.
But he doubted that little bit of inwardly-directed hate would help his case any, so he didn't put that to words.
The jab of the finger and those accusatory words confused him for a brief moment, his brow furrowing as he looked down at that hand. And then he realized who he meant, and...he simply sighed, and smiled just a little wider, this time genuinely. It was a little easier to keep from internalizing the little verbal blows he tried to wound him with, now that he knew where his pain was coming from. And the fact that in the end, Wolfwood hadn't kept his distance, not really, blunted the insult's teeth even more.
Sorry, Wolfwood. He had now seen your delicate underbelly, and it was going to be harder to get under his skin, this time.]
Hey, come on, you don't appreciate my charming personality?
[He wasn't here to fight you, sir. He would get under your skin all day, but he really didn't want to hurt him, so he chose to refrain from slinging insults at him. He'd said his piece.]