[ Vash's eyes widen as he sees the car be put into reverse and head for him again, and his roots snap out to try to pull himself away. It's a strange disconnection between wanting to die so badly and wanting to protect the lives inside him at the same time, but he doesn't have time to lose his mind right now.
That was Wolfwood in the car. Him, and the... the normal version of himself. The one that hadn't fallen into this hell yet. I'll only accept your answer if you give it once you remember who you are. It's almost ironic that he finally does - but now he is the sick one.
Vash can't breathe quite right, probably broken ribs, and one of his legs is definitely broken as well. It makes getting up a bit more difficult, but the roots can hold him. Shield him. Anything to stop the onslaught. The pain is warranted, he deserves every part of it and so much more. ]
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That was Wolfwood in the car. Him, and the... the normal version of himself. The one that hadn't fallen into this hell yet. I'll only accept your answer if you give it once you remember who you are. It's almost ironic that he finally does - but now he is the sick one.
Vash can't breathe quite right, probably broken ribs, and one of his legs is definitely broken as well. It makes getting up a bit more difficult, but the roots can hold him. Shield him. Anything to stop the onslaught. The pain is warranted, he deserves every part of it and so much more. ]