His head snapped up to look at Blondie, eyes wide, and then back to the little guy, for a moment just completely flabbergasted.
"Surv-, you-...you have got to be-..." But no, he knew they weren't, of course they weren't kidding, those two said and meant exactly that, and he knew they would absolutely do what they could to look, and neither one of them would rest until they'd made damn sure that there was no one else in the town.
And whatever it was Blondie was doing, it looked to be working, because now the little Vash was getting squirmy and starting to struggle to try and help.
For a second, he felt that old, frustrated rage at the man's stubborn, self-sacrificing altruism bubbling to the surface, and he turned, almost storming off in irritation before he tamped it down furiously, gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath before he turned back to them and did his best to put a neutral expression back on his face. The last thing he needed to do was lose his cool with a traumatized, abused, still-growing Vash.
"Vash, kid, buddy, hold on. Slow down. How long have you been out here? 'Cause I'm gonna be honest, here. All of this?" He gestured vaguely around them. "This doesn't look fresh." And he knew Vash could last a lot longer than anyone else on this planet, save for maybe Knives himself.
Still...this was Vash. Vash would never let it go. He would want those bodies checked for survivors.
So he sighed, his head dropping low between his shoulders in defeat.
"Look. Let's get you outta here first. Then, when I know you're safe, I'll come back an' look around. Alright?"
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"Surv-, you-...you have got to be-..." But no, he knew they weren't, of course they weren't kidding, those two said and meant exactly that, and he knew they would absolutely do what they could to look, and neither one of them would rest until they'd made damn sure that there was no one else in the town.
And whatever it was Blondie was doing, it looked to be working, because now the little Vash was getting squirmy and starting to struggle to try and help.
For a second, he felt that old, frustrated rage at the man's stubborn, self-sacrificing altruism bubbling to the surface, and he turned, almost storming off in irritation before he tamped it down furiously, gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath before he turned back to them and did his best to put a neutral expression back on his face. The last thing he needed to do was lose his cool with a traumatized, abused, still-growing Vash.
"Vash, kid, buddy, hold on. Slow down. How long have you been out here? 'Cause I'm gonna be honest, here. All of this?" He gestured vaguely around them. "This doesn't look fresh." And he knew Vash could last a lot longer than anyone else on this planet, save for maybe Knives himself.
Still...this was Vash. Vash would never let it go. He would want those bodies checked for survivors.
So he sighed, his head dropping low between his shoulders in defeat.
"Look. Let's get you outta here first. Then, when I know you're safe, I'll come back an' look around. Alright?"