[ it's also scary just how Vash has begun to figure out where to push and what he needed to not touch. He should try harder to get through to him, but if the other Vash is attacking...
He has to hope that some of the words he's said will worm their way into that shattered mind and try to reach what is left of Vash. ]
He was a friend.
[ quietly enough that it might or might not reach the retreating version of himself.
Then he continues arranging the remain, cleaning them up as much as possible, until he can't feel the other not-quite-independent anymore. Then
Only after that do his shoulders hunch, wing withdrawing, and he raises his face and screams, the emotions too numerous and overwhelming to hold them in.
He then slumps, not crying, but focusing again on Wolfwood.
What remains of Wolfwood.
His expression turns gentle, if fragile. He will need to dig a grave. He can't make himself do that, yet. ]
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He has to hope that some of the words he's said will worm their way into that shattered mind and try to reach what is left of Vash. ]
He was a friend.
[ quietly enough that it might or might not reach the retreating version of himself.
Then he continues arranging the remain, cleaning them up as much as possible, until he can't feel the other not-quite-independent anymore. Then
Only after that do his shoulders hunch, wing withdrawing, and he raises his face and screams, the emotions too numerous and overwhelming to hold them in.
He then slumps, not crying, but focusing again on Wolfwood.
What remains of Wolfwood.
His expression turns gentle, if fragile. He will need to dig a grave. He can't make himself do that, yet. ]