He's not gonna be alone, but he's gonna need everyone he can get his hands on to deal with this. I'm just--
[ trying to plan for all possible factors, to see as many bad endings as possible and deal with them ahead of time; Wolfwood's always looked for his outs and his fight another days and what is planning for Kni's existence if not a danger that needs to be accounted for? he continues to rest his hand on Dante's face, grounding the two of them together as he swallows down the truth and then coughs it back up, letting himself be honest even if it's ugly and unpleasant to hear. ]
I'm just tryin' to avoid the bitter 'it blew up in our faces' stage of things because I'm the one who's gonna get blamed for it. Blood goes to blood. I know Vash--and from what you've said about it, I know you are more than happy an' willing to get ripped apart from one end to the other trying to save everything and earn your happy ending, but I also know that everybody's got a breaking point and sometimes, things go to shit.
He'd never blame me to my face, but it'd be in the back of his eyes, like it always is when the smile doesn't get there. [ like it does for Dante because he's got the same way about him, but Wolfwood is shorter than Dante and kind of pinned against a windowsill by him, so he keeps his mouth shut at least a little. he rubs the side of Dante's face and gives a sigh, shifting a little (elbow in Dante's ribs if need be) so he can heft himself up so he's sitting in the windowsill, facing Dante to give him a flat look. ]
Yeah, yeah, don't come gripin' at me if you get me all used to the goldstar treatment and you run into a silver or bronze kind of day and I'm all put out about it. I tried to keep it lowkey. [ he says, taking another drag off his cigarette, giving Dante a half-joking little smile to continue the theme. ]
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[ trying to plan for all possible factors, to see as many bad endings as possible and deal with them ahead of time; Wolfwood's always looked for his outs and his fight another days and what is planning for Kni's existence if not a danger that needs to be accounted for? he continues to rest his hand on Dante's face, grounding the two of them together as he swallows down the truth and then coughs it back up, letting himself be honest even if it's ugly and unpleasant to hear. ]
I'm just tryin' to avoid the bitter 'it blew up in our faces' stage of things because I'm the one who's gonna get blamed for it. Blood goes to blood. I know Vash--and from what you've said about it, I know you are more than happy an' willing to get ripped apart from one end to the other trying to save everything and earn your happy ending, but I also know that everybody's got a breaking point and sometimes, things go to shit.
He'd never blame me to my face, but it'd be in the back of his eyes, like it always is when the smile doesn't get there. [ like it does for Dante because he's got the same way about him, but Wolfwood is shorter than Dante and kind of pinned against a windowsill by him, so he keeps his mouth shut at least a little. he rubs the side of Dante's face and gives a sigh, shifting a little (elbow in Dante's ribs if need be) so he can heft himself up so he's sitting in the windowsill, facing Dante to give him a flat look. ]
Yeah, yeah, don't come gripin' at me if you get me all used to the goldstar treatment and you run into a silver or bronze kind of day and I'm all put out about it. I tried to keep it lowkey. [ he says, taking another drag off his cigarette, giving Dante a half-joking little smile to continue the theme. ]