[ Something about the way he says perfect sends a shiver down Wolfwood's spine. Or maybe that's the blood loss? He is feeling awfully light-headed, and the pain, while still present, feels distant, like it's somebody else's injury. ]
Perfect.
[ Priest William liked to talk about making his monsters perfect, too -- perfect killers who didn't need to eat or drink, perfectly obedient, perfectly designed and replaceable. He was remade to be perfect too, and look how far that got him. There's nothing he can do, though, is there? Even if Thorns is talking about kids from the orphanage, even if they are building an army of tortured children, what can he do about it? He's already dead.
Were Vash's eyes always that blue? There's nothing on the planet that color. How come nobody ever notices that? They're so blue. ]
You're prettier'n he is. [ There's something wrong with his tongue -- it's getting hard to form words. It's kinda like being drunk, and oh, man, what wouldn't he give for a drink? Even just water -- he's so thirsty. ] Does that make you more perfect?
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Perfect.
[ Priest William liked to talk about making his monsters perfect, too -- perfect killers who didn't need to eat or drink, perfectly obedient, perfectly designed and replaceable. He was remade to be perfect too, and look how far that got him. There's nothing he can do, though, is there? Even if Thorns is talking about kids from the orphanage, even if they are building an army of tortured children, what can he do about it? He's already dead.
Were Vash's eyes always that blue? There's nothing on the planet that color. How come nobody ever notices that? They're so blue. ]
You're prettier'n he is. [ There's something wrong with his tongue -- it's getting hard to form words. It's kinda like being drunk, and oh, man, what wouldn't he give for a drink? Even just water -- he's so thirsty. ] Does that make you more perfect?