[While Vash attempts to wake Wolfwood, he remains locked in the nightmare. Time passes differently between consciousness and reality after all, which means he can experience entire lives in the span of just a few seconds, if that’s how his brain so chose. Instead, he’s seeing others fall by his hand in his mind’s eye. Rollo. Livio. He sees himself arguing with Vash over Rollo’s body, though their mouths simply move with no sound to accompany it, not when his ears are ringing too hard for him to process anything else.
Then, back on the dunes, he pulls the trigger.
He jolts awake with a strangled sound, suddenly sitting up with one of his arms coming out reflexively to push Vash away. He doesn’t even know it’s him at first, that’s sortof what happens when you wake up somewhere you don’t remember falling asleep. Hopefully Vash doesn’t just go crashing off the bed but hey-
Whether or not he stays where he is, Wolfwood is left sitting upright with one arm hovering at his side, struggling to catch his breath, glasses askew and hair sweat-slicked to his forehead. It takes him a long moment to realize what happened (though he hasn’t yet clocked this isn’t his bedroom) before he falls back down onto the bed on his back, his forearm pressed hard across his eyes.]
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Then, back on the dunes, he pulls the trigger.
He jolts awake with a strangled sound, suddenly sitting up with one of his arms coming out reflexively to push Vash away. He doesn’t even know it’s him at first, that’s sortof what happens when you wake up somewhere you don’t remember falling asleep. Hopefully Vash doesn’t just go crashing off the bed but hey-
Whether or not he stays where he is, Wolfwood is left sitting upright with one arm hovering at his side, struggling to catch his breath, glasses askew and hair sweat-slicked to his forehead. It takes him a long moment to realize what happened (though he hasn’t yet clocked this isn’t his bedroom) before he falls back down onto the bed on his back, his forearm pressed hard across his eyes.]