[ He doesn't let go, still staring hard at Vash like he expects him to say something else. But the moment passes, and Wolfwood nods, finally, and lets go, sitting back heavily and running both hands through his hair to try and ground himself.
Dying would be better than turning into that. He agrees completely. ]
He said something about kids. They've got kids, and they're makin' them 'perfect', just like he was.
[ With his eyes squeezed so tightly shut he can't see anything, other than the memory of Livio, standing in his cell doorway, an unnatural light behind his eye. Kids who won't fight back, kids who will follow every order, kids who can be shaped into any form they please.
He's going to be sick. ]
Knives is a fucking monster. Somebody's gotta...
[ Ah, but he lets that thought trail off without finishing it. Vash doesn't believe in killing, even when it's necessary. Even when it would save his own life. ]
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Dying would be better than turning into that. He agrees completely. ]
He said something about kids. They've got kids, and they're makin' them 'perfect', just like he was.
[ With his eyes squeezed so tightly shut he can't see anything, other than the memory of Livio, standing in his cell doorway, an unnatural light behind his eye. Kids who won't fight back, kids who will follow every order, kids who can be shaped into any form they please.
He's going to be sick. ]
Knives is a fucking monster. Somebody's gotta...
[ Ah, but he lets that thought trail off without finishing it. Vash doesn't believe in killing, even when it's necessary. Even when it would save his own life. ]