[ Wolfwood doesn't say anything after that. What could he possibly say? Vash's brother cut off his arm -- to save his life, from the sound of things, but still. It wasn't an accident, he didn't get it caught somewhere... Knives just cut it off.
He wants to ask how old he was when that happened. He really really doesn't want to know how old he was when that happened. ]
It's okay. [ He keeps his eyes on the road, chewing on what's left of his thumbnail -- it's been pretty well gnawed down, at this point. ] Let's just keep goin'. I don't need to see a gate that badly.
[ If something went wrong...? That can't be his fault, not for a silly little show and tell. ]
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He wants to ask how old he was when that happened. He really really doesn't want to know how old he was when that happened. ]
It's okay. [ He keeps his eyes on the road, chewing on what's left of his thumbnail -- it's been pretty well gnawed down, at this point. ] Let's just keep goin'. I don't need to see a gate that badly.
[ If something went wrong...? That can't be his fault, not for a silly little show and tell. ]