[ That's a little more impressive. Taking the pain like that. Keeping screams in as its dragged over the sand by its bloody knees, tissue and kneecaps fucked up beyond repair. Even if Vash didn't kill it personally, the human would die in the desert anyway, unable to walk.

He doesn't stop until it's a broken thing next to his dais, apologizing for Julai for some reason. Why? ]

Julai... huh. [ He hasn't though of that place in a long while. ] Mmm... oh, that's where Nai fixed me. I didn't need humans to stay with me and our children back then, so your apologies aren't really the right ones.

[ Another root, sharp and lightning-fast, spears the delicate in-between of bones on Wolfwood's lower arm. A strange callback to the odd bones in a discarded crystalline prosthetic. ]

We are your gods. Let me hear some praise.