[Hearing the poor son of a bitch break down screaming wasn't any easier the second time around, and his lips pulled back in a discomfited sneer before the gun making a sick thumping sound against the side of his head made him wince. Not that he disagreed with the action, far from it. He really didn't need to be awake for whatever this was. It didn't stop him from reaching over and focusing on rubbing his arm so that he could feel it, awake or not, whether the contact was uncomfortable for Wolfwood or not. It was all he could do, and it was more than he'd been able to do for a long time, all the times he'd had to sit quietly by the side and watch Vash break down over some new thing that had sent him into a tailspin. He still felt less than useless.
The question made him glance up, and he chewed on his tongue as he thought. How long would that trip have taken, before? Days, right? Maybe a week? He wasn't sure. But he didn't need to stop for sleep, for food, for any of the things that kept a human body safely functioning and comfortable, and he'd been pretty good at neglecting a good few of those when the need arose, even when he had.]
Quicker than you could. Unless someone else is driving, it's still just foot power for me, but I can walk all night if I have to. I'm assuming you have a plan.
[How he could possibly help with that was another question entirely, but he knew he wouldn't have asked if he hadn't already been thinking three steps into whatever it was he was cooking up in his head and had already worked that part out. And, honestly, it was better than Wolfwood could process right now. There were too many thoughts rolling through his head, too many things he'd tried not to think too heavily on since he'd been thrown onto this version of a dustball that were demanding his attention now that this fresh new Hell had decided to drop into their laps, and too many questions about what had just happened. He needed a moment to process all of it.]
I need to know what happened, with you two. Call it a...well, can't exactly call it a professional curiosity, but a personal one. 'Cause you start talkin' about death not takin', and I'm sure you'll understand just why that has me a little fucked up right now. Whadda you mean, exactly?
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The question made him glance up, and he chewed on his tongue as he thought. How long would that trip have taken, before? Days, right? Maybe a week? He wasn't sure. But he didn't need to stop for sleep, for food, for any of the things that kept a human body safely functioning and comfortable, and he'd been pretty good at neglecting a good few of those when the need arose, even when he had.]
Quicker than you could. Unless someone else is driving, it's still just foot power for me, but I can walk all night if I have to. I'm assuming you have a plan.
[How he could possibly help with that was another question entirely, but he knew he wouldn't have asked if he hadn't already been thinking three steps into whatever it was he was cooking up in his head and had already worked that part out. And, honestly, it was better than Wolfwood could process right now. There were too many thoughts rolling through his head, too many things he'd tried not to think too heavily on since he'd been thrown onto this version of a dustball that were demanding his attention now that this fresh new Hell had decided to drop into their laps, and too many questions about what had just happened. He needed a moment to process all of it.]
I need to know what happened, with you two. Call it a...well, can't exactly call it a professional curiosity, but a personal one. 'Cause you start talkin' about death not takin', and I'm sure you'll understand just why that has me a little fucked up right now. Whadda you mean, exactly?