[And jerk away he does. He mutters a few protests under his breath, but it's clear by the slur of his words and the lack of force that there isn't much fight left in him. If he's going to make it to town, this is probably the only way to go about it. At least it had been Wolfwood's idea.
Less to complain about later to him later, Vash supposes.]
We were just unprepared. Know what we're lookin' for now.
[Still, they need to be far more prepared before they go hurtling into their next attempt at escape. They had expected fog and foreboding woods, but certainly not what that meant. Hounds made of thorns and trees made of memory hadn't come anywhere near Vash's mind when he'd mapped this out.
Research. A clear plan. And well-prepared supplies. All things that Vash never dabbled in.]
Think we're goin' the right way?
[He tries to squint through the murk, to find their old footprints. This has to be the way, right? If the Fog had come from the opposite direction, then surely that meant they were being corralled back toward civilization.]
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Less to complain about later to him later, Vash supposes.]
We were just unprepared. Know what we're lookin' for now.
[Still, they need to be far more prepared before they go hurtling into their next attempt at escape. They had expected fog and foreboding woods, but certainly not what that meant. Hounds made of thorns and trees made of memory hadn't come anywhere near Vash's mind when he'd mapped this out.
Research. A clear plan. And well-prepared supplies. All things that Vash never dabbled in.]
Think we're goin' the right way?
[He tries to squint through the murk, to find their old footprints. This has to be the way, right? If the Fog had come from the opposite direction, then surely that meant they were being corralled back toward civilization.]