[ it's ironic that with how much is being said, it seems as though wolfwood and void archives are having two different conversations. rather, that there is a disconnect between what wolfwood is saying, how void archives interprets the information as, and then responds to that information. it's not as though it's a new thing—plenty of people will clash due to personality, beliefs, and the like, but as void archive speaks to so many things aside from the question that wolfwood asked, he gets it. and for all of the bite that wolfwood had just moments ago leaves him with a simple huff.
he had said it himself earlier: they're hardly human themselves. of course they wouldn't understand him. (but vash would. vash in all of his infuriating self.) the next time that wolfwood speaks, he does so with a different attitude. ]
I think I should be the one who is doing the pityin' now between the two of us after hearin' ya say all of that stuff.
[ momentarily, wolfwood looking over his shoulder to see what kind of an expression that they would make when the tables were turned back on them. would they see this coming? would they be confused by the sudden shift? ]
Fine; if ya wanna hear me call myself a coward so much then sure, but I'm no more or less of a coward than Vash. [ he waves his good hand at void archives dismissively as he turns back to "vash" and looks at him properly and not the man he represents who isn't there. ...though he wishes that the man was here, foolishly. selfishly. ] He and I...
[ and it's here that wolfwood gets stuck. yes, what is one nicholas d. wolfwood and one vash the stampede? a shit priest and a walking natural disaster—"human" typhoon? a man who has had nearly all of their humanity nearly stripped from him and a being of higher power with more humanity than humans themselves? ...simply just two men who happened to find each other?
despite wolfwood failing to find the words that he wants to use, a moment of clarity that hits him instead. of course. wolfwood brings his good hand to his face, covering it, as he laughs; (it's too late. it's truly too late.) "vash"'s smile changing just slightly. once he's done having his laugh (mental break??), he'll give void archives a leveled look. ]
Here, have somethin' on the house—somethin' to chew on with all of that stuff goin' on in yer head. [ he speaks with a slight smirk on his face. ] If a person who has been lookin' for a place to die suddenly starts thinkin' about tomorrow 'nd actin' on things that they wouldn't otherwise, are they that miserable of a person?
There's no happy endin' for us, but we've lied to ourselves enough times to accept that it's never been about us.
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he had said it himself earlier: they're hardly human themselves. of course they wouldn't understand him. (but vash would. vash in all of his infuriating self.) the next time that wolfwood speaks, he does so with a different attitude. ]
I think I should be the one who is doing the pityin' now between the two of us after hearin' ya say all of that stuff.
[ momentarily, wolfwood looking over his shoulder to see what kind of an expression that they would make when the tables were turned back on them. would they see this coming? would they be confused by the sudden shift? ]
Fine; if ya wanna hear me call myself a coward so much then sure, but I'm no more or less of a coward than Vash. [ he waves his good hand at void archives dismissively as he turns back to "vash" and looks at him properly and not the man he represents who isn't there. ...though he wishes that the man was here, foolishly. selfishly. ] He and I...
[ and it's here that wolfwood gets stuck. yes, what is one nicholas d. wolfwood and one vash the stampede? a shit priest and a walking natural disaster—"human" typhoon? a man who has had nearly all of their humanity nearly stripped from him and a being of higher power with more humanity than humans themselves? ...simply just two men who happened to find each other?
despite wolfwood failing to find the words that he wants to use, a moment of clarity that hits him instead. of course. wolfwood brings his good hand to his face, covering it, as he laughs; (it's too late. it's truly too late.) "vash"'s smile changing just slightly. once he's done having his laugh (mental break??), he'll give void archives a leveled look. ]
Here, have somethin' on the house—somethin' to chew on with all of that stuff goin' on in yer head. [ he speaks with a slight smirk on his face. ] If a person who has been lookin' for a place to die suddenly starts thinkin' about tomorrow 'nd actin' on things that they wouldn't otherwise, are they that miserable of a person?
There's no happy endin' for us, but we've lied to ourselves enough times to accept that it's never been about us.