[Vash wants to argue. Unfortunately he doesn't have the breath or the energy to do so. He just shakes his head at Wolfwood's words, knowing that he full well could have pulled them back. Wolfwood himself had been on the fence. If he'd had the good sense to suggest just going to bed or something, they might have made it out without any trouble.
And now this. Vash had seen worse. He probably wouldn't die. But he also wasn't sure about making it all the way back to town without keeling over. And considering all the trouble he'd caused, he isn't convinced Wolfwood will carry him back, either.
Well. Better to get as far as he can. And certainly better to not let his friend think anything was wrong. With luck, they'll at least get close to town. Then he can hope a good samaritan will drag him in front of a fire.
For now, he shrugs once — ow — before setting to trekking through the woods once more.]
I'll be alright. I've had a lot worse, Wolfwood. Don't go worrying about me.
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And now this. Vash had seen worse. He probably wouldn't die. But he also wasn't sure about making it all the way back to town without keeling over. And considering all the trouble he'd caused, he isn't convinced Wolfwood will carry him back, either.
Well. Better to get as far as he can. And certainly better to not let his friend think anything was wrong. With luck, they'll at least get close to town. Then he can hope a good samaritan will drag him in front of a fire.
For now, he shrugs once — ow — before setting to trekking through the woods once more.]
I'll be alright. I've had a lot worse, Wolfwood. Don't go worrying about me.