[Yeah, well, Vash isn't giving you the chance to come home drunk first. He thought you might be here. Vash is just going to waltz up and sit down next to you, as if nothing bad has happened lately.
Except for the fact that he's quiet. No loud, obnoxious hello, he just calmly and quietly orders his drink for now.]
Why are you smiling when you know there's nothing worth smiling about right now; you're just so goddamn frustrating. So he just... keeps his gaze locked on the bar. He's just as much capable as avoiding eye contact as you are, needle noggin.]
[That gets no real response. But he does proceed to take a drink himself, before settling back into this strange, detached static state he's acquainted himself with through the years.
But he wants to get to the point. Where others would beat around the bush and bring up fluffy, simple conversation, to Wolfwood, it's like water torture.]
I'm guessing you got what I meant, back there.
Unless you honestly think I'd mean what I'd said.
[Honestly? It hurt to think Vash was angrily, sharply, so surely denying Wolfwood's words, as though he really thought the priest could have meant some of those things...
But he didn't let it sting him too badly. The situation was heated. Things don't always seem to make sense, then, right?]
Yeah, I finally caught on. Sorry it took so long, I guess it's because I have such a thick head. [He taps it lightly.] Maybe it's been hit one too many times. [It's a lame joke, but he's really just testing the water.]
He didn't play you exactly how he needed or wanted. If he had Kaori would be dead. [Because Vash would have never said what Legato had wanted without your prompting.] You just turned his own game around on him.
[No, Vash. The problem is, he was forced to say exactly what he didn't want to say-what he didn't want to believe.
Just like you had to.
Legato not only found satisfaction in your words, but in Wolfwood's as well.
...But it's true. The goal, more than anything, was to bring the kid out of the situation alive. None of that other stuff mattered to him, compared to someone's life, even in a place where it can so simply be returned...
No, death was death. No one should be marked with it.]
...How much longer until he tries something again...
There's going to be a point in time were we won't be able to come up with something, Vash-especially here, in a place where he has little reason to care for anything but making life harder.
...
[He pauses, turning his gaze away again.
A drawn out sigh.]
Anyway... I want to apologize. For those things I said, the other night.
[The problem with Wolfwood is, everytime someone tells him something in future-tense, he can barely stand it. Because in reality, that's something he doesn't have. Remember, Vash? He was about to change, and then he ended up worm food.
So it goes.]
Maybe. But it seems like I've been second-guessing things for so long, it's a watermark on my brain. [he leans back, and honestly wants to say the next line with some humor-he manages, faintly] I don't know if there's any fixing it.
Except for the fact that he's quiet. No loud, obnoxious hello, he just calmly and quietly orders his drink for now.]
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His voice is level, and it's hard to tell if it was supposed to be humored or not.]
I thought that was my job, finding you. Not the other way around.
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[The tone went from level, to being drained.
Why are you smiling when you know there's nothing worth smiling about right now; you're just so goddamn frustrating. So he just... keeps his gaze locked on the bar. He's just as much capable as avoiding eye contact as you are, needle noggin.]
And how's it feel?
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But he wants to get to the point. Where others would beat around the bush and bring up fluffy, simple conversation, to Wolfwood, it's like water torture.]
I'm guessing you got what I meant, back there.
Unless you honestly think I'd mean what I'd said.
[Honestly? It hurt to think Vash was angrily, sharply, so surely denying Wolfwood's words, as though he really thought the priest could have meant some of those things...
But he didn't let it sting him too badly. The situation was heated. Things don't always seem to make sense, then, right?]
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[Sharp and biting, as he grips his drink.]
Legato has me stringed up as his own little puppet-he played me exactly how he needed, knowing exactly what I'd do. He made me sound just like him.
[Because he didn't know what do to. How, how, how-how is it possible that Wolfwood was following your logic and then preaching his?]
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Just like you had to.
Legato not only found satisfaction in your words, but in Wolfwood's as well.
...But it's true. The goal, more than anything, was to bring the kid out of the situation alive. None of that other stuff mattered to him, compared to someone's life, even in a place where it can so simply be returned...
No, death was death. No one should be marked with it.]
...How much longer until he tries something again...
We can only be lucky so many times...
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It will be alright. He should be content for awhile, and we'll think of something if he's not.
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...
[He pauses, turning his gaze away again.
A drawn out sigh.]
Anyway... I want to apologize. For those things I said, the other night.
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Not all of it... Not the obvious ones.
[a beat]
But I'm not as good as you are at finding out what I believe in.
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Well, that's okay. I think you'll figure it out.
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So it goes.]
Maybe. But it seems like I've been second-guessing things for so long, it's a watermark on my brain. [he leans back, and honestly wants to say the next line with some humor-he manages, faintly] I don't know if there's any fixing it.
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