[...mmh. As much as he hates to admit to it, Vash is right. It's a nice sentiment. It's nice to see all of this stuff, for sure. But it's...
Not real. And who's to say that it can't get worse? That what they're seeing won't stay as peaceful as it seems? He hasn't yet forgotten the image of Tesla. He's not sure he ever will.
He draws back just enough to look up at Vash, pausing long enough to brush his lips against the side of his temple. Only then will he carefully pull himself from Vash's embrace, helping the other to his feet by the hand.]
...Yeah. guess we'd better.
[Wolfwood looks back to the far side of the dome, his gaze narrowing at the outline of Hopeland in the distance.]
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Not real. And who's to say that it can't get worse? That what they're seeing won't stay as peaceful as it seems? He hasn't yet forgotten the image of Tesla. He's not sure he ever will.
He draws back just enough to look up at Vash, pausing long enough to brush his lips against the side of his temple. Only then will he carefully pull himself from Vash's embrace, helping the other to his feet by the hand.]
...Yeah. guess we'd better.
[Wolfwood looks back to the far side of the dome, his gaze narrowing at the outline of Hopeland in the distance.]
It was nice to see. For a bit, anyway.