[The thing is, Wolfwood never knew his parents. He never had the same kind of experience Vash did with Rem. You could argue Miss Melanie was there acting as his surrogate mother, but she was mother to all of the children, not just him. And now...he doesn't think she'd even know him anymore if she saw him. In essence, he's dead to her now.
It isn't just a fact of letting Vash talk about her. He wants to hear what it was like for himself.
Things she regretted...yeah. Wolfwood can still see her behind his eyes when he blinks. He imagines that's how it was for Rem, too, every time she looked at the boys as she raised them, imagining the same thing could happen to them if the others on the ship knew.
Wolfwood had been trying to keep his gaze angled straight ahead out of respect for the moment, but...he can't help but look over at Vash out of the corner of his eye, brows slightly furrowed.]
A new path, huh...
[He sighs, looking away and back up towards the ceiling of the dome, presented with that same split sky.]
Not a bad way to look at things. Means that even a screw-up can change.
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It isn't just a fact of letting Vash talk about her. He wants to hear what it was like for himself.
Things she regretted...yeah. Wolfwood can still see her behind his eyes when he blinks. He imagines that's how it was for Rem, too, every time she looked at the boys as she raised them, imagining the same thing could happen to them if the others on the ship knew.
Wolfwood had been trying to keep his gaze angled straight ahead out of respect for the moment, but...he can't help but look over at Vash out of the corner of his eye, brows slightly furrowed.]
A new path, huh...
[He sighs, looking away and back up towards the ceiling of the dome, presented with that same split sky.]
Not a bad way to look at things. Means that even a screw-up can change.
[Like him.]