...Well...Halle-fuckin'-lujah...! [The sarcasm couldn't have been any thicker if he'd tried. Or the shock. Because no, that would not have been something the serum would have been able to heal. They made him tough, they did not make him immortal.] Like...what the fuck? What the actual fuck?
[What the fuck was this place doing to them? Why? And what the fuck did it mean for someone like him?
He shuddered, suddenly tense, and for a moment he let his grasp on the living world slip, turning his gaze behind him when he found himself in the void, and just like always, when he wanted to see it, the light was there. Calling to him, still. Inviting him home. But now, the thought sent a little tremor of fear through him. What if he tried, and it was shut off from him? Was it that their souls were held back from leaving their bodies, until something put them back together? The other Wolfwood, by all rights, should have been on this side right now, there should have been two of them sitting here.
He didn't know that it was a good idea to try seeing what it meant for someone in his position to cross the light. He didn't know what sort of weird fuckery messing with something like that could cause.
He shook the vision of the light out of his head, snapping himself back into the reality of the living world, where suddenly things felt...strangely safer, for now.]
Whatever you decide, I'll help. I'm the only one he can't hurt. The least I can do is be there in case he loses it again. We don't need to add anymore blood to his hands, he's already fucked up enough as it is.
[He had seen what having to kill Legato had done to Vash, all those years ago. This was magnitudes worse. The shock he felt that he'd been as composed as he had been now that they'd broken through his programming was not going to go away any time soon. One life had almost killed him, let alone...this.]
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[What the fuck was this place doing to them? Why? And what the fuck did it mean for someone like him?
He shuddered, suddenly tense, and for a moment he let his grasp on the living world slip, turning his gaze behind him when he found himself in the void, and just like always, when he wanted to see it, the light was there. Calling to him, still. Inviting him home. But now, the thought sent a little tremor of fear through him. What if he tried, and it was shut off from him? Was it that their souls were held back from leaving their bodies, until something put them back together? The other Wolfwood, by all rights, should have been on this side right now, there should have been two of them sitting here.
He didn't know that it was a good idea to try seeing what it meant for someone in his position to cross the light. He didn't know what sort of weird fuckery messing with something like that could cause.
He shook the vision of the light out of his head, snapping himself back into the reality of the living world, where suddenly things felt...strangely safer, for now.]
Whatever you decide, I'll help. I'm the only one he can't hurt. The least I can do is be there in case he loses it again. We don't need to add anymore blood to his hands, he's already fucked up enough as it is.
[He had seen what having to kill Legato had done to Vash, all those years ago. This was magnitudes worse. The shock he felt that he'd been as composed as he had been now that they'd broken through his programming was not going to go away any time soon. One life had almost killed him, let alone...this.]