And what's wrong with jumping a gun? Not all of us can wiggle our chest and have the bullets fall out. I either have to go fishing in the holes or take one of my limited doses of chemicals. [ because he is just a human--a very sturdy, very fucked up human, but just a human. he's seen what Vash and Kni can do when Vash stops playing around. he's not--he's not wrong for being ready to move, for taking himself out of a situation where he's not gonna be a help, for... being ready for circumstances to change.
because Dante didn't end up putting Vergil to the sword last time, did he? not that Wolfwood knows it, but Dante and Vergil united to a new common purpose--and Nero got left in the dirt to hold down what was left over without knowing if they could ever come back.
Wolfwood's not wrong. he's not. faith is a fun idea and a funny leash to put on someone, and Wolfwood doesn't think choking is one of his kinks, and yet here he is, staring at one of the people he thinks he kind of trusts if he really goes soul-searching and Dante's waiting so patiently with a rope and collar and the devil's own silver smile. you can come to a realization that you need to get rid of some of your life's clutter without just slamming it into trash--but Wolfwood's not sure he wants to be ripped at his seams to be sewn into something new. being folded and stuffed into the bag and being tossed out might just be kinder. ] Funny thing to say to someone when faith really wanted them to believe that they were worthless and only fit to be cannon fodder.
[ it's a joke, kind of? but Wolfwood's sort of shut down a little emotionally in the wake of packing up and taking off, the conversation he had with Kni, and a dozen other little things that's just hit him and left him limpet against Dante, letting go of his own arm to rest the hand on Dante's arm where it's slung around his waist. ] You're being so optimistic I keep expectin' you to bust out Vash's catchphrase and his dumb peace sign.
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because Dante didn't end up putting Vergil to the sword last time, did he? not that Wolfwood knows it, but Dante and Vergil united to a new common purpose--and Nero got left in the dirt to hold down what was left over without knowing if they could ever come back.
Wolfwood's not wrong. he's not. faith is a fun idea and a funny leash to put on someone, and Wolfwood doesn't think choking is one of his kinks, and yet here he is, staring at one of the people he thinks he kind of trusts if he really goes soul-searching and Dante's waiting so patiently with a rope and collar and the devil's own silver smile. you can come to a realization that you need to get rid of some of your life's clutter without just slamming it into trash--but Wolfwood's not sure he wants to be ripped at his seams to be sewn into something new. being folded and stuffed into the bag and being tossed out might just be kinder. ] Funny thing to say to someone when faith really wanted them to believe that they were worthless and only fit to be cannon fodder.
[ it's a joke, kind of? but Wolfwood's sort of shut down a little emotionally in the wake of packing up and taking off, the conversation he had with Kni, and a dozen other little things that's just hit him and left him limpet against Dante, letting go of his own arm to rest the hand on Dante's arm where it's slung around his waist. ] You're being so optimistic I keep expectin' you to bust out Vash's catchphrase and his dumb peace sign.