[Vash knows he should be more concerned. Perhaps his own dream was... decent, but he can already feel the fact that it's untrue for Wolfwood. If nothing else, that should have alarmed him.
And yet - ]
A way out...?
[For some reason, Vash doesn't sound wholly enthused. Yes, the reminder of Tesla is an uncomfortable one. But even as he looks up, he watches the surface of her tank glimmer, then all but disappear. The bark of the tree replaces the tank once more, leaving the peaceful scene once again in tact.
How could he want to leave this?
Instead, he kneels down. A geranium is cupped carefully between his hands. He holds it delicately, not tearing to sever the stem. The petals are thumbed over one by one, Vash relishing in the fact that it feels real. The texture is there, every bit like the one back in their cabin.
Under his breath, he murmurs something. Just a single word, one that perhaps Wolfwood won't even pick up on.]
no subject
And yet - ]
A way out...?
[For some reason, Vash doesn't sound wholly enthused. Yes, the reminder of Tesla is an uncomfortable one. But even as he looks up, he watches the surface of her tank glimmer, then all but disappear. The bark of the tree replaces the tank once more, leaving the peaceful scene once again in tact.
How could he want to leave this?
Instead, he kneels down. A geranium is cupped carefully between his hands. He holds it delicately, not tearing to sever the stem. The petals are thumbed over one by one, Vash relishing in the fact that it feels real. The texture is there, every bit like the one back in their cabin.
Under his breath, he murmurs something. Just a single word, one that perhaps Wolfwood won't even pick up on.]
Rem.