[Vash is left reeling as the memory fades. Regret sweeps through him, knowing that he could have avoided death here. With it, comes a melancholy feeling that seeps deep into his chest. It's not unlike how he feels when looking at Rem's photo, though he can't place why. Nor does he care to dwell on the memory, either. Not when he's actively bleeding and they're likely still in danger.
For right now, he tries to force himself to his feet. His arm aches. His chest stings. His head swims. Rest is what he wants more than anything, but he knows that it's not feasible. Not yet. Instead, he moves toward Wolfwood in an attempt to gauge the man's own injuries.]
Still with me? [Sure, the guy's still alive, but he's also covered in blood. Vash never thought to ask if he has the serums still. In fact, even as he speaks he's contemplating tearing off chunks of his undershirt in an attempt to bandage some of Wolfwood's wounds.
Even as his hand clumsily rises, he casts a glance around the woods. He's trying to be more on alert this time, thank you. And as his eyes rake through the brambles and trees, he speaks.]
We should head back. Before anything else decides it's hungry.
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For right now, he tries to force himself to his feet. His arm aches. His chest stings. His head swims. Rest is what he wants more than anything, but he knows that it's not feasible. Not yet. Instead, he moves toward Wolfwood in an attempt to gauge the man's own injuries.]
Still with me? [Sure, the guy's still alive, but he's also covered in blood. Vash never thought to ask if he has the serums still. In fact, even as he speaks he's contemplating tearing off chunks of his undershirt in an attempt to bandage some of Wolfwood's wounds.
Even as his hand clumsily rises, he casts a glance around the woods. He's trying to be more on alert this time, thank you. And as his eyes rake through the brambles and trees, he speaks.]
We should head back. Before anything else decides it's hungry.