[ Vash's forehead doesn't quite bounce off the dashboard but it's a near thing and he stares at Wolfwood in confusion. Yes, that's exactly how he's been operating for 150 years when it comes to himself.
Only himself.
When Wolfwood makes him think of the other him, though, the falacy of victim blaming becomes rather obvious, and he flushes with guilt and, well, yet another failure.
It takes a long moment before he says anything, and his voice sounds composed and yet sadder somehow. ]
What I am saying is that... If he somehow came to himself, he would consider himself to blame. But no. I don't consider him so.
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[ Vash's forehead doesn't quite bounce off the dashboard but it's a near thing and he stares at Wolfwood in confusion. Yes, that's exactly how he's been operating for 150 years when it comes to himself.
Only himself.
When Wolfwood makes him think of the other him, though, the falacy of victim blaming becomes rather obvious, and he flushes with guilt and, well, yet another failure.
It takes a long moment before he says anything, and his voice sounds composed and yet sadder somehow. ]
What I am saying is that... If he somehow came to himself, he would consider himself to blame. But no. I don't consider him so.