[ Vash is as stubborn as he has always been, so while he lets Wolfwood haul him up to his feet and shove him against the tree, he also stares him down with a flat expression, his eyes sharp despite the mood that he seems to be in. His lips turn down into a frown as he lets Wolfwood speak, his one remaining arm lifting to settle his hand on one of the arms currently attached to the front of his shirt. ]
Millions of people are dead, Wolfwood.
[ He says it so sternly. So certainly. But in the same moment he takes in a breath and the sound of it shakes. His eyes are wet, but that's as far as it goes, the way he blinks the threat of tears away and doesn't even allow himself that much decisive, and purposeful. ]
I'm the one that killed them.
[ it is his fault. He could have changed it. He could have stopped it, if he had just tried something else if he had just talked sense into-- ]
i am ready
Millions of people are dead, Wolfwood.
[ He says it so sternly. So certainly. But in the same moment he takes in a breath and the sound of it shakes. His eyes are wet, but that's as far as it goes, the way he blinks the threat of tears away and doesn't even allow himself that much decisive, and purposeful. ]
I'm the one that killed them.
[ it is his fault. He could have changed it. He could have stopped it, if he had just tried something else if he had just talked sense into-- ]