Oh, Vash has lots of comebacks, that jumble together in a disorganized knot of indignation and anger. If black suit guy was soooo familiar with loss, he'd understand why it's so important to make sure nobody else had to endure that! If red suit guy actually cared about people, why was he standing around talking about stupid stuff like explanations instead of seeing if any of them were still alive?!
Almost all of what they say is simply tuned out, he's not in any state to spend a lot of time thinking or having a coherent argument. It's probably meaningful and well intentioned, he could feel that part somehow from one of the two ... as well intentioned as any of Knives' friends could possibly get, but there were more important things than the scent of the town, than his own terrible state. Even if he wanted to, a clear headed discussion isn't really in the cards one way or another, the suns had a way of eating through focus like a hot knife through butter. Too much time in the heat, too much time without more than bug juice to rely on. And with the possibility of rescue, not just for himself but a potential other survivor or survivors, the same desperate determination that kept him alive is brought to bear on this new task instead.
His arm is free, it's a start, and as Wolfwood lights up, the acrid smell of tobacco sharp even over the smell of decay and worm, then stomps off in a direction Vash isn't paying attention to, the younger plant seems to come to a decision on his own.
"I'm staying here." Til Wolfwood finishes, if he finishes, if it's not all a trick, but Vash can watch from the center of town. And listen for gunshots. Or screams. Or begging.
He's not used to telepathy, the twins don't use it much as yet, which means he's not even remotely trying to shield his intentions - if he's not put down, he's going to fight back, and that's going to be easy to detect. It's going to be an outright pathetic effort, he just doesn't really have the strength or endurance to put up much of a struggle and a determined housecat could probably fend him off (though he could probably catch another worm if he had to. Probably.), but he fully intends to try if he has to. If he doesn't have to .. well, there's apparently water, and maybe snacks.
There's nothing out there to find.
Knives may be young, but he's always been thorough. There might be a few, here and there, that visibly died some days after their fellows in basements or sheltered back rooms, but it would take superhuman resilience to last til now, and none of them had that kind of luck on their side.
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Almost all of what they say is simply tuned out, he's not in any state to spend a lot of time thinking or having a coherent argument. It's probably meaningful and well intentioned, he could feel that part somehow from one of the two ... as well intentioned as any of Knives' friends could possibly get, but there were more important things than the scent of the town, than his own terrible state. Even if he wanted to, a clear headed discussion isn't really in the cards one way or another, the suns had a way of eating through focus like a hot knife through butter. Too much time in the heat, too much time without more than bug juice to rely on. And with the possibility of rescue, not just for himself but a potential other survivor or survivors, the same desperate determination that kept him alive is brought to bear on this new task instead.
His arm is free, it's a start, and as Wolfwood lights up, the acrid smell of tobacco sharp even over the smell of decay and worm, then stomps off in a direction Vash isn't paying attention to, the younger plant seems to come to a decision on his own.
"I'm staying here." Til Wolfwood finishes, if he finishes, if it's not all a trick, but Vash can watch from the center of town. And listen for gunshots. Or screams. Or begging.
He's not used to telepathy, the twins don't use it much as yet, which means he's not even remotely trying to shield his intentions - if he's not put down, he's going to fight back, and that's going to be easy to detect. It's going to be an outright pathetic effort, he just doesn't really have the strength or endurance to put up much of a struggle and a determined housecat could probably fend him off (though he could probably catch another worm if he had to. Probably.), but he fully intends to try if he has to. If he doesn't have to .. well, there's apparently water, and maybe snacks.
There's nothing out there to find.
Knives may be young, but he's always been thorough. There might be a few, here and there, that visibly died some days after their fellows in basements or sheltered back rooms, but it would take superhuman resilience to last til now, and none of them had that kind of luck on their side.