[In that moment, Vash can only think to feel guilty.. He'd encouraged this, and now Wolfwood was worried about him. It isn't fair to see the man so twisted up, and he has half of a mind to apologize. As it stands, he can only manage one solid sentence at a time, and he's just been asked a question, so...]
Sure, Wolfwood. I can.
[Unfortunately, it would seem he cannot. Perhaps his foot twists in the snow, or perhaps even snags on a branch beneath it. It's hard to say what ultimately pushes him over the edge, but in that moment he loses the ability to keep himself upright. The only reason he doesn't fall face first in the snow is the fact that Wolfwood has such a tight grip on him.]
Shit. [His words are mumbled and slurred. His body dangles from where it's presently suspended, half draped over Wolfwood. He tries to look down at the ground, to find his footing, but his vision is fading fast.
Well. So much for no apologies. It's all he can think to say as consciousness rapidly leaves him.]
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Sure, Wolfwood. I can.
[Unfortunately, it would seem he cannot. Perhaps his foot twists in the snow, or perhaps even snags on a branch beneath it. It's hard to say what ultimately pushes him over the edge, but in that moment he loses the ability to keep himself upright. The only reason he doesn't fall face first in the snow is the fact that Wolfwood has such a tight grip on him.]
Shit. [His words are mumbled and slurred. His body dangles from where it's presently suspended, half draped over Wolfwood. He tries to look down at the ground, to find his footing, but his vision is fading fast.
Well. So much for no apologies. It's all he can think to say as consciousness rapidly leaves him.]
'm sorry.