[Haha. Don't worry about it, Vash. He's fine! He's fine.
He's trying to not think about it himself, though he will be panicking a little later over it. He has no way of knowing if the drugs are just not working like they should, or if it's this place affecting him, or what...and he has nobody he could ask about that. Nobody he would ask.
He'll just die, he guesses.
Wolfwood reaches up a palm, still scarred up with gashes that are slowly healing over, and smears it across the corner of his mouth.]
Shut up, needle-noggin. You don't have to take the blame for all of it.
[This time, Wolfwood has enough self-awareness to see that this is partially his fault. It was his idea to go into the woods, Vash just eventually relented and enabled it when Wolfwood wouldn't back down.
It's then that he notices Vash's arm, and the strange way his skin and jacket are burnt. It prompts Wolfwood to shift a step back.]
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He's trying to not think about it himself, though he will be panicking a little later over it. He has no way of knowing if the drugs are just not working like they should, or if it's this place affecting him, or what...and he has nobody he could ask about that. Nobody he would ask.
He'll just die, he guesses.
Wolfwood reaches up a palm, still scarred up with gashes that are slowly healing over, and smears it across the corner of his mouth.]
Shut up, needle-noggin. You don't have to take the blame for all of it.
[This time, Wolfwood has enough self-awareness to see that this is partially his fault. It was his idea to go into the woods, Vash just eventually relented and enabled it when Wolfwood wouldn't back down.
It's then that he notices Vash's arm, and the strange way his skin and jacket are burnt. It prompts Wolfwood to shift a step back.]
Shit. I hit you?