[It's that old chestnut that he keeps falling back on, in regards to Vash. That he's sticking around and saving him not out of care for his wellbeing, because it's his job to do so. Even if there's a part of him buried under concrete that knows that isn't true.
At least, not anymore.
I don't feel as scared around you, he says, and that actually gets Wolfwood to stop puffing for a moment to just look at Vash. If Wolfwood were a more emotionally mature person, perhaps he could say something meaningful and profound here.
Instead, he huffs a laugh and sticks the cig back between his teeth.]
I knew you were self-destructive, but that's taking it up a notch.
[How is he supposed to handle that? He's glad he's here? Vash doesn't know what he's talking about.]
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At least, not anymore.
I don't feel as scared around you, he says, and that actually gets Wolfwood to stop puffing for a moment to just look at Vash. If Wolfwood were a more emotionally mature person, perhaps he could say something meaningful and profound here.
Instead, he huffs a laugh and sticks the cig back between his teeth.]
I knew you were self-destructive, but that's taking it up a notch.
[How is he supposed to handle that? He's glad he's here? Vash doesn't know what he's talking about.]