Everything about the way moved, the way he sat and stared, almost unresponsive, was just wrong, so wrong, and Wolfwood felt a shudder go down his spine. But at least he was alive, he was silent but aware, and as far as he was concerned, that was the most important thing. Even though the sight of him like this and the memory he had floating around in his head, how young he had to have been, made him feel more sick than possibly even the smell of death that hung so heavy in the air around them.
"We're gonna get you outta this, alright? You're gonna be ok, everything's ok." He reached up for the cuff that was keeping him chained to the rubble, grabbing it in both of his hands and tugging, straining with every bit of strength he had even as it bit into his fingers, blood rolling down his arms, until the pins inside of it popped and the offending ring of metal fell to the ground in a pile of scraps.
That out of the way, he crouched down on the side of his good arm, leaning in to get a good look at him, reaching up to brush his matted hair away from his face. And oh, if he'd had any doubts before, they were gone the instant he saw those eyes, the mole on his cheek, looking like a younger version of the man who'd disappeared that morning. And really, Vash looked young enough as it was, there was honestly not much difference beside the height and the hollow, numb look in this kid's eyes. And even that was...unfortunately not as unusual as he would have liked.
"Vash? How you doin'? I know you don't know us, but we're friends, I promise. We're gonna get you out've here, alright? You think you can walk, or do you want me to carry you?" Because just looking at him, he didn't honestly think the kid could go two steps without blowing away in the wind.
He glanced around, taking stock of the entire scene, and the slow realization of what he was looking at was almost too much to think about, not when it was Vash.
"Hey...Blondie, grab 'is gun. Let's get outta here, this is the last place he needs t'be..." he glanced back at down at the boy, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a meal bar, offering it to him. "Know it's not much, but it's gotta be better than worms, right? We got more in the bike, too. Better stuff. Once we get you somewhere safer, you can have as much as you want."
If he knew Vash as well as he knew he did, he must have been fucking starving. Especially if he'd been resorting to eating...that. It was one thing to eat worm protein food that had been made properly. It was another thing entirely to chow down on the things fresh off the ground. He would have had words with a certain other self if he only knew.
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"We're gonna get you outta this, alright? You're gonna be ok, everything's ok." He reached up for the cuff that was keeping him chained to the rubble, grabbing it in both of his hands and tugging, straining with every bit of strength he had even as it bit into his fingers, blood rolling down his arms, until the pins inside of it popped and the offending ring of metal fell to the ground in a pile of scraps.
That out of the way, he crouched down on the side of his good arm, leaning in to get a good look at him, reaching up to brush his matted hair away from his face. And oh, if he'd had any doubts before, they were gone the instant he saw those eyes, the mole on his cheek, looking like a younger version of the man who'd disappeared that morning. And really, Vash looked young enough as it was, there was honestly not much difference beside the height and the hollow, numb look in this kid's eyes. And even that was...unfortunately not as unusual as he would have liked.
"Vash? How you doin'? I know you don't know us, but we're friends, I promise. We're gonna get you out've here, alright? You think you can walk, or do you want me to carry you?" Because just looking at him, he didn't honestly think the kid could go two steps without blowing away in the wind.
He glanced around, taking stock of the entire scene, and the slow realization of what he was looking at was almost too much to think about, not when it was Vash.
"Hey...Blondie, grab 'is gun. Let's get outta here, this is the last place he needs t'be..." he glanced back at down at the boy, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a meal bar, offering it to him. "Know it's not much, but it's gotta be better than worms, right? We got more in the bike, too. Better stuff. Once we get you somewhere safer, you can have as much as you want."
If he knew Vash as well as he knew he did, he must have been fucking starving. Especially if he'd been resorting to eating...that. It was one thing to eat worm protein food that had been made properly. It was another thing entirely to chow down on the things fresh off the ground.
He would have had words with a certain other self if he only knew.