[ Wolfwood isn't wrong - nothing about Vash's stance has changed. If he'd been given the chance, he would have said that he was sorry for getting into it right then and there. He could have expressed his concern a different way, or he could have done a hundred other things.
Instead, Wolfwood keeps going and Vash's eyes narrow just a fraction as he watches him move. He's seen Wolfwood lug that cross around the desert all day without breaking a sweat after the fact. Bullets fall out of him, wounds knit themselves back together in moments without so much as a scratch left behind. If he's stiff, it's because he's still hurt. Because of Nai. Because of Vash. ]
Let me see it, please. [ Vash says, and somehow it falls just short of being a question. He looks up at Wolfwood, his mouth already set in that particular way that means he's no less prepared to be stubborn than he was during their last argument. ]
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Instead, Wolfwood keeps going and Vash's eyes narrow just a fraction as he watches him move. He's seen Wolfwood lug that cross around the desert all day without breaking a sweat after the fact. Bullets fall out of him, wounds knit themselves back together in moments without so much as a scratch left behind. If he's stiff, it's because he's still hurt. Because of Nai. Because of Vash. ]
Let me see it, please. [ Vash says, and somehow it falls just short of being a question. He looks up at Wolfwood, his mouth already set in that particular way that means he's no less prepared to be stubborn than he was during their last argument. ]