[With no proper way to gauge what's happening, Vash assumes the fog is after them. It makes him run faster, all but tripping over his feet as Wolfwood slams into his back. It's a miracle they both don't topple over and land on their faces.
And then the Fog is on them. Vash's eyes close as he expects the worst. Instead, he hears only that voice. He doesn't stop running, not willing to give in just yet. But in his panic, he does blindly reach out, almost as if to grab Wolfwood. If they're going down, at least they can go down together.
Before he makes contact, though, the fog disappears, and silence presses in. He doesn't stop moving, but he at least slows to a jog, and then a walk. The thrown out hand falls to his side, then lifts once more to grip at his wounds.]
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And then the Fog is on them. Vash's eyes close as he expects the worst. Instead, he hears only that voice. He doesn't stop running, not willing to give in just yet. But in his panic, he does blindly reach out, almost as if to grab Wolfwood. If they're going down, at least they can go down together.
Before he makes contact, though, the fog disappears, and silence presses in. He doesn't stop moving, but he at least slows to a jog, and then a walk. The thrown out hand falls to his side, then lifts once more to grip at his wounds.]
The hell - [A deep breath.] Was that...