No, July really is the worst possible place for her house, he agrees, smiling sympathetically in Vash’s direction. If it was just a matter of his own discomfort, he would have dealt with it, but if it’s going to prevent Vash from visiting – and who knows how many other Vashes too – then maybe he should talk to Rem about moving.
That’ll involve explaining to her what he did to the city, and that won’t be easy for her to hear. He’s pretty sure the other Vashes would prefer to suffer in proximity to July rather than tell Rem what happened there, just like he would… but for their sakes, and for Rem’s, he’ll tell her. She’ll find out eventually, one way or the other. It’s best that it comes from one of them, so that she can be certain that what she’s hearing, every gruesome detail of it, is true.
But Wolfwood at least can be spared his discomfort for the time being. He gives Vash’s hand a final squeeze, then lets go, so that he can wrap both arms around the man currently trying to burrow into his shoulder. Twenty years isn’t long enough for a life, but it gives them some time to work. “Don’t worry about it now,” he murmurs into Wolfwood’s hair, willing the other man calm. “There’s time, and you have people to find first.” While they travel, he can do some research with Rem. If Conrad really was responsible for the rapid healing that was inflicted on Wolfwood, then there’s a very good chance his research was based on plant biology… and Vash knows of one very thorough report on plant biology that he could look through.
Pushing that thought way down to grieve over later, he looks over to catch Vash’s eye. She’s alive, he mouths with a smile, and sends Vash an image of Knives’s house out near Chisler’s Hill, their dark-haired brother standing grumpily in the bare front yard. Words are still difficult over Plant Radio – for him, it’s really just easier to use emotions and images! – but he’s getting better!
Go alone, no humans. She’s scared. With Knives, and safe.
If the Knives in Chisler’s Hill’s life paralleled his own, then he might be a source of information about Conrad’s methods too. It can’t hurt to ask, right?
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That’ll involve explaining to her what he did to the city, and that won’t be easy for her to hear. He’s pretty sure the other Vashes would prefer to suffer in proximity to July rather than tell Rem what happened there, just like he would… but for their sakes, and for Rem’s, he’ll tell her. She’ll find out eventually, one way or the other. It’s best that it comes from one of them, so that she can be certain that what she’s hearing, every gruesome detail of it, is true.
But Wolfwood at least can be spared his discomfort for the time being. He gives Vash’s hand a final squeeze, then lets go, so that he can wrap both arms around the man currently trying to burrow into his shoulder. Twenty years isn’t long enough for a life, but it gives them some time to work. “Don’t worry about it now,” he murmurs into Wolfwood’s hair, willing the other man calm. “There’s time, and you have people to find first.” While they travel, he can do some research with Rem. If Conrad really was responsible for the rapid healing that was inflicted on Wolfwood, then there’s a very good chance his research was based on plant biology… and Vash knows of one very thorough report on plant biology that he could look through.
Pushing that thought way down to grieve over later, he looks over to catch Vash’s eye. She’s alive, he mouths with a smile, and sends Vash an image of Knives’s house out near Chisler’s Hill, their dark-haired brother standing grumpily in the bare front yard. Words are still difficult over Plant Radio – for him, it’s really just easier to use emotions and images! – but he’s getting better!
Go alone, no humans. She’s scared. With Knives, and safe.
If the Knives in Chisler’s Hill’s life paralleled his own, then he might be a source of information about Conrad’s methods too. It can’t hurt to ask, right?