[ What a curious curious human! Wolfwood weaseled and lied his way into the friend group, followed his contract to the line and to his training, but looks like this now. Why?

The threat makes them giggle, those eyes moving in a familiar way. They're looking through some eyes... ]

There's the Punisher. Right to threats, to violence. It's all you'll ever know, isn't it? I wonder who the real beast is, here.

[ There's no judgement, however. It's just how Wolfwood Is, from all Zazie has ever seen. They sigh, tilting their head back. Then grin. Aha. ]

Fine, fine. Who am I to argue? I won't tell Vash a thing.