[ They would protect children no matter what, Blondie says, and it's like a punch in the gut. He didn't think Vash could lie... and a quick glance out of the corner of his eye at the other man confirms it. Vash doesn't think he's lying. He really thinks Wolfwood is a good man. He doesn't know a thing about what he's done, or what he's capable of, does he?
Shit.
The ghost in the backseat drops his voice, murmuring secrets in the broken Vash's ear, but Wolfwood's Eye-improved hearing picks up every word clear as day. He died protecting children, huh? So that's what happened in December, why everyone he talked to was terrified of him going there? This Wolfwood's a hero. This Wolfwood's who Blondie thinks he is.
They're all in for a surprise, aren't they? Turns out there's more than one monster in this car.
Thorns tries to mock him for his death, as though being taken apart in mere seconds was something he could have fought against. It's the argument of a cornered animal, Wolfwood knows -- Thorns could attack them with his powers, but he's using his words instead. It must be that he's afraid to fight, worried for his children being caught up as collateral damage. And he should be afraid.
The dead Wolfwood and Blondie here might not be willing to kill kids, but Wolfwood's damn good assassin training removed his ability to care about things like that.
His mind is racing. Vash's gate was in his arm -- he'd said something like that earlier, right? How Millions Knives years ago cut his arm off to stop his gate from blowing up, or something like that? What if they cut of Thorns's arm?
It's a thought he'll hold on to for later. ]
Sounds like you can't keep 'em safe either, if a dog with a car can ruin your day. [ He's tempted to continue with a quip about how disappointed Nai must be, but Blondie shouldn't have to keep hearing about that. He shouldn't have to hear any of this. ] You're all alone here, asshole, You want help for your armful of spawn or what?
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Shit.
The ghost in the backseat drops his voice, murmuring secrets in the broken Vash's ear, but Wolfwood's Eye-improved hearing picks up every word clear as day. He died protecting children, huh? So that's what happened in December, why everyone he talked to was terrified of him going there? This Wolfwood's a hero. This Wolfwood's who Blondie thinks he is.
They're all in for a surprise, aren't they? Turns out there's more than one monster in this car.
Thorns tries to mock him for his death, as though being taken apart in mere seconds was something he could have fought against. It's the argument of a cornered animal, Wolfwood knows -- Thorns could attack them with his powers, but he's using his words instead. It must be that he's afraid to fight, worried for his children being caught up as collateral damage. And he should be afraid.
The dead Wolfwood and Blondie here might not be willing to kill kids, but Wolfwood's damn good assassin training removed his ability to care about things like that.
His mind is racing. Vash's gate was in his arm -- he'd said something like that earlier, right? How Millions Knives years ago cut his arm off to stop his gate from blowing up, or something like that? What if they cut of Thorns's arm?
It's a thought he'll hold on to for later. ]
Sounds like you can't keep 'em safe either, if a dog with a car can ruin your day. [ He's tempted to continue with a quip about how disappointed Nai must be, but Blondie shouldn't have to keep hearing about that. He shouldn't have to hear any of this. ] You're all alone here, asshole, You want help for your armful of spawn or what?