[he snaps back, frustration underlining his tone. how does he put into words that he's still haunted by that rotting hallucination, afraid that if he looks at wolfwood now he'll see it again. he feels surrounded by tragedy, helpless to stop any of it.
but he owes it to vash not to cause him more trouble. maybe he can't help what he does back in his own world, but here he can't keep falling into those old habits.] Wolfwood died, but Vash... he suffered so much. If I was there they'd just... fret. [his hands tighten into fists over his lap, eyes fixated on the scuffed up grass between his boots.] I know they're worried, but this is- it's better.
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[he snaps back, frustration underlining his tone. how does he put into words that he's still haunted by that rotting hallucination, afraid that if he looks at wolfwood now he'll see it again. he feels surrounded by tragedy, helpless to stop any of it.
but he owes it to vash not to cause him more trouble. maybe he can't help what he does back in his own world, but here he can't keep falling into those old habits.] Wolfwood died, but Vash... he suffered so much. If I was there they'd just... fret. [his hands tighten into fists over his lap, eyes fixated on the scuffed up grass between his boots.] I know they're worried, but this is- it's better.