[ Thirty minutes ago it was a blessing and a miracle that death wasn't permanent here -- at least for him. Now, it's nothing but a curse. This isn't the first person he's seen mindwiped and manipulated, who screamed themselves hoarse when the conditioning didn't take. It's the first time they haven't been offered the mercy of a bullet in the brain, though, and it's setting Wolfwood's teeth on edge.

If there were any bullets in the gun in his hand, he thinks, looking down at Vash's piece, he'd do it himself, and the other two could be mad all they liked. But fate's not that kind. ]

Blo-- Vash. [ He holds up Blondie's gun by the barrel, then tosses it over. If Vash doesn't catch it, it'll land neatly at his side. ] Hit him. Knock him out.

[ Unless his gate is in the back of his head, it won't hurt any babies he might be carrying to be unconscious for awhile. ]

He doesn't need to be awake for this.

[ What they need is someplace to put him under and keep him that way, for as long as required, until... well, until. There's no hospital that Wolfwood can think of that he'd trust with a plant though, not on the best of days, and this world sure isn't doing its best right now. Someplace like Home, then, where they're familiar with plants and could be trusted not to cut him open and play around with his insides.

But even if he knew how to get to this world's version of Home, he wouldn't risk bringing Thorns there. If the conditioning kicked back in he slaughter everyone on the ship, and Wolfwood won't be responsible for that.

The idea of Home sparks an idea, though. What if, instead of taking him to Home, they brought Home here? Luida's in Octovern, that's what the radio said, and surely it's the same Luida. Surely she can help.

Turning his back on the two Vashes, Wolfwood drops his voice low, hoping that the other Wolfwood is near enough to hear him. ]

Hey. Asshole ghost. How fast could you get to Octovern?