Something in all of that draws a sharp toothed grin. "Imagine for a moment if you met our favorite preacher as a stone cold killer first, and you were his target." It's a bit of an assumption that this Vash KNOWS about that, but the dark locks of hair suggested the time for some secrets was long past. "It'd be a hard sell then too, I bet, no chance to see beyond the show. I won't say it didn't take a while, but it was worth it."

They still didn't qualify as good people. But Wolfwood definitely meant well, for at least some people and especially children, and Elendira was similarly disposed to a few. They deserved better than the problems this world handed to them.

There's more differences than a couple things, but he merely kicks his feet idly, as if none of this was a problem. It wouldn't be, so long as he was careful, he knew he could be frightening on appearances alone. "Ahh, little differences make all the fun, I for example obviously have way better outfits." It's, from what can be seen, pretty much a very standard outfit for any Vash The Stampede. "Must be the benefits of having a fashionista as a friend. Oh! I bet I have one difference. Humans turning up from earth in all kinds of fancy spaceships!"