There are no assassins yet. Just rescuers, which meant his brother still cared, in spite of Vash blowing a hole through his shoulder. A pale comfort it might be, but it was still a comfort. In the moment, maybe he'd have killed Knives, just like in the moment he might have outright tried to gut Rem, but afterward.. afterward he'd had plenty of time to think and feel terrible about it. Someone else doing bad things didn't give him the right to do bad things too!
At least the truth of it leads with a reassurance that Knives is in fact, not dead in a cave somewhere. Which made sense because how could he send people to look for Vash if he's dead? And then he's nudged to the bike and sat down, a guidance he allows with the placid ease of someone who's decided fighting isn't worth the effort anymore.
And reality is... frankly it sounds like complete bullshit, even to him, and thinking isn't exactly the easiest thing right now. For a while he does meet Wolfwood's gaze, and there's incredulity there somewhere that any of this could actually be fact and not a very bizarre lie that was so unbelievable as to not be worth speaking. But an actual lie would surely be a lot more likely, wouldn't it?
"...Okay." That really doesn't sound like belief. It doesn't really sound like anything, a dull noise made to satisfy an outside source of confusion as he lets his mind wander and connect facts where it wants. The other man being a plant is .... possible, he supposed, and wouldn't that be something? Vash remains otherwise silent for several long, long minutes, weary gaze unblinking on Wolfwood .. or his goggles, somewhere in that general vicinity. He doesn't even move much beyond shallow surface breaths. The man in red got the qualifier of 'plant', which was fine. THIS guy.. was carrying around a gun that weighed more than he did, and broke his metal shackles with what seemed like minimal effort, things humans simply can't do. After a time, a brief light flickers to life in the back of his eyes and he leans forward, voice quiet and utterly serious.
Any question? Any at all? Now might not be the best time to allow that, with the rest slowly processing at approximately the speed of glaciers retreating.
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At least the truth of it leads with a reassurance that Knives is in fact, not dead in a cave somewhere. Which made sense because how could he send people to look for Vash if he's dead? And then he's nudged to the bike and sat down, a guidance he allows with the placid ease of someone who's decided fighting isn't worth the effort anymore.
And reality is... frankly it sounds like complete bullshit, even to him, and thinking isn't exactly the easiest thing right now. For a while he does meet Wolfwood's gaze, and there's incredulity there somewhere that any of this could actually be fact and not a very bizarre lie that was so unbelievable as to not be worth speaking. But an actual lie would surely be a lot more likely, wouldn't it?
"...Okay." That really doesn't sound like belief. It doesn't really sound like anything, a dull noise made to satisfy an outside source of confusion as he lets his mind wander and connect facts where it wants. The other man being a plant is .... possible, he supposed, and wouldn't that be something? Vash remains otherwise silent for several long, long minutes, weary gaze unblinking on Wolfwood .. or his goggles, somewhere in that general vicinity. He doesn't even move much beyond shallow surface breaths. The man in red got the qualifier of 'plant', which was fine. THIS guy.. was carrying around a gun that weighed more than he did, and broke his metal shackles with what seemed like minimal effort, things humans simply can't do. After a time, a brief light flickers to life in the back of his eyes and he leans forward, voice quiet and utterly serious.
Any question? Any at all? Now might not be the best time to allow that, with the rest slowly processing at approximately the speed of glaciers retreating.
"Are you an alien?"