[ That smile is confusing as all hell, and for a moment the confusion is written all over Wolfwood's face. Who grins like that when faced with the threat of the kind of violence Stampede knows he's capable of? He's already beat the asshole to the ground once today, so why's he grinning like that?
Is it because he's trying to get a rise of of Wolfwood? Has all this bullshit about guilt and blame just been Stampede here needling his way into getting a reaction? Wolfwood's been saying this whole time that he's not like the dead version of himself, but he's been treating this asshole like he's a Vash, like there's something the same in all of them. But maybe he's been wrong about that.
Maybe this guy's just cruel in a way Wolfwood hasn't encountered before in somebody with his face. ]
Oh, Needles... [ His chuckle is icy cold. ] What am I gonna do with you?
[ He can't kill him -- he could kill him, probably. Maybe. But he's already responsible for the death of one of these bastards, and for reasons he doesn't want to dig too deeply into right now, he doesn't really want the blood of a second idiot on his hands. He can't beat the asshole into pulp -- apparently Needles here is into that. He can't leave him behind -- they both need to keep heading for the nearest town before they run out of water and die out here, and he's not mad enough to sacrifice himself just to hurt somebody else.
No, they're stuck together for now, until they hit town. After that? Well, he'd better not see this guy again.
Wolfwood -- no, the Punisher -- glares daggers at Needles a moment longer, then turns on his heel and, once again, starts off on the path again. But this time, as he turns, he leans over and scoops up a a couple walnut-sized stones. They'll give him something to fidget with on the walk, and give Needles a surprise if he feels the need to keep talking. ]
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Is it because he's trying to get a rise of of Wolfwood? Has all this bullshit about guilt and blame just been Stampede here needling his way into getting a reaction? Wolfwood's been saying this whole time that he's not like the dead version of himself, but he's been treating this asshole like he's a Vash, like there's something the same in all of them. But maybe he's been wrong about that.
Maybe this guy's just cruel in a way Wolfwood hasn't encountered before in somebody with his face. ]
Oh, Needles... [ His chuckle is icy cold. ] What am I gonna do with you?
[ He can't kill him -- he could kill him, probably. Maybe. But he's already responsible for the death of one of these bastards, and for reasons he doesn't want to dig too deeply into right now, he doesn't really want the blood of a second idiot on his hands. He can't beat the asshole into pulp -- apparently Needles here is into that. He can't leave him behind -- they both need to keep heading for the nearest town before they run out of water and die out here, and he's not mad enough to sacrifice himself just to hurt somebody else.
No, they're stuck together for now, until they hit town. After that? Well, he'd better not see this guy again.
Wolfwood -- no, the Punisher -- glares daggers at Needles a moment longer, then turns on his heel and, once again, starts off on the path again. But this time, as he turns, he leans over and scoops up a a couple walnut-sized stones. They'll give him something to fidget with on the walk, and give Needles a surprise if he feels the need to keep talking. ]