[The vision — memory, perhaps — is so vivid that Vash can't help himself. He wrenches himself backward with something close to a yelp, unbalancing himself nearly enough to send him toppling onto his ass. He only just barely manages to swallow the urge to brace himself against another tree.
So much for staying quiet.]
Shit - Shit. [His head whips around to Wolfwood. He holds out a hand in an attempt to ward him off, even as he tries to catch his breath. The ice in the air burns at his lungs.] Don't - touch the trees, yeah?
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So much for staying quiet.]
Shit - Shit. [His head whips around to Wolfwood. He holds out a hand in an attempt to ward him off, even as he tries to catch his breath. The ice in the air burns at his lungs.] Don't - touch the trees, yeah?
[He tries to smile. It fails miserably.]