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32nd Confession [Voice/Action]

[Two days after he's tried to murder his best friend, Wolfwood finally feels the after-effects of the drugs in his system fading out. He's been beyond lucid the last 24 hours, but god did he feel the headache of it all after the fact. More importantly, he's been lying around in his bed thinking. Always thinking, this one. First thinking that shit, man, that was close, and then thinking holy shit Milly is pregnant. She's been pretty much attached to his hip since he started coming down from what was in his system, and they've had plenty of hours to talk about everything while he's settled under blankets with her. And of course, he's full of concern and doubt about himself and a lot of things.

It's not that he isn't happy. It's just all a big gray unknown spot in his future and hers that he worries about frequently. And now he worries for... their kid. Their kid. It's like he's in the twilight zone. He doesn't even know how to start. But he's by no means unhappy.

Whatever happens... it happens, he tells himself. That's all there is to it.

Well... first things first. He hasn't seen Vash since their unfortunate encounter on the 29th. So he pulls on his white button-up, skips a shave, and seeks him out. Of course, he feels gross from sleeping too much, but whatever. Moving's the only cure for that shit.]

[Filtered to Anyone Involved with Feb. 29th's Events // 30% Hackable]

Hey... Thanks for the help. Back there. I'm sorry I was so out of it, but you know how it is around here... Full of shitty surprises. I'll have to make it up to you guys sometime.

... [A sorta' half-hearted smile. He's too overwhelmed for complete snark.] Well, maybe not to Sanji. He clearly owed me for bumming my cigarettes.

[Once he finds Vash, he's off for an easy walk to get his blood pumping; he needs more cigarettes, after all. So there's the store to go to, and then he heads to the item shop and smithy to see if he can replace lost ammunition. Yeah, he comes out with a box under each arm. Gotta' keep on top, even if he almost shot people to death the other day. :|

... And yes. Of course you can find him at the bar. Duh. He really really wants a glass of sturdier stuff. But before that, he ~~hobbles~~ goes back to the forest and starts collecting any shells he can find; sue him, he feels bad for wrecking some of the place. It's a workout for sure, but it also gives him something to do while he straightens out his own mind. At the end of the day he's going back home to crash in a warm bed with his gal. This week has sapped the life outta' him, man]

[[ooc: Backtagging is very welcome, just for ref! People involved in the plot don't have to tag immediately, but I just wanted to get it out of the way!]]

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Mm, yeah.

[He glances at her, thoughtful.]

So, what's bothering you?

[He saw the post Vash made afterward; Nami, EVERYONE thinks about what an idiot he is. But you seem a little more annoyed than he is. |D]

[Hnnn. Does she or doesn't she.

Nami puts her drink down.]

Way before you got here, Yuber killed Vash. Vash had plenty of time to call for help, but he didn't even try. The journals caught everything anyway.

It was pretty upsetting. [As you'd imagine.] And Vash agreed that maybe he could've tried, but... here we are again.

[... Whelp. That's surprising news. Give him a minute to brain that. Because seriously, that's not what he expected to hear. Mainly because Vash seems unkillable, and mainly because... well. News.]

[... But when you live in a place where death is helped by the fact that people revive, he's surprisingly calm and alright. He's thought Vash dead before, and honestly, as long as he still is ALIVE that's important.

... Not that he won't have Words for Mr. Stampede.]

Sounds like him. Always getting himself into trouble and trying to leave everyone else out of it.

[She's sorry, Wolfwood. For Nami the death is very old news, and she didn't stop to think that it might have been delivered a little less bluntly. She hesitates a little, then smiles ruefully.]

I guess there comes a time when I'm just so sick of watching him be an idiot.

[Heh. He nods to that, at least, before he falls into another moment of thought.]

... To be honest... I'm not sure that I would tell anyone either, if I had the same life he did.

All he's ever known is people dropping like flies around 'im.

[...

...ah.

That puts a measure of understanding to the first time she didn't have before, and Nami sighs. That's rough, Vash.

And still.]

It's been years between the two, though. Hasn't he learned to trust any of us by now?

[He smiles, but it's not exactly humored.]

A few years to change a very long lifestyle of fear and running? You might be hoping a little too much. Before the girls and I came along, he was mostly by himself. And even then, I managed to royally screw that one up.

[Nami isn't sympathetic to the whole 'long lifestyle of fear and running' thing, because she's seen people change completely after doing that their entire life.

Of course, she has no clue about just how old Vash is... and she spares Wolfwood her retort to that as that last part gets her attention.]

...how?

Well...

[... Oh yeah. You don't... know about that. Sanji was the one who found out, wasn't he?

But he just. Gives her a look that probably speaks volumes.]

I got myself killed.

[...

It's not. Completely. A shock. Not with the hints she's picked up. But it's more than enough that Nami is lost for words, staring back at Wolfwood blankly.

You might...want to continue there. If you like. She needs a few seconds.]

[He turns back to his drink, quiet for a moment as he collected his own wistful thoughts.] Back home, I'd been hired by Vash's brother to lead him back to him. It was my job to keep him alive and well until that point, but something changed. And when the order to kill Vash came in I joined up with spikey instead.

[He moves to drink, not looking at her. Lost in the past, for a moment.] Unfortunately, Legato got to me. I guess... Vash found me sometime later, at the church.

[Knives and Legato again. Nami remembers Vash's deep avoidance of the two of them. And Knives had tried to find Vash's friends here...

What kind of brother is that?]

Why do they hate him so much?

It's not him they hate. It's humanity. His brother isn't exactly eye-to-eye on his pacifistic life-loving thing; he's more on the 'everyone deserves to die' side. [He's trying to be vague, because really, it would be so much easier if Vash would just TELL PEOPLE THESE THINGS.] I'm guessing Vash hasn't told you much at all.

No. He hasn't. [But Nami is observant enough to know that something is amiss here. The shock has gone out of her expression now, but her hands are a little shaky as she picks up her glass.] Or maybe it'd make more sense to me why Knives would hate his own race.

[He won't give her a straight answer. He'll let her infer. Gives her a side glance, a silent but sure one. No, not a direct answer, and nothing any further than what he's about to say. You've been clearly put through the mill because Vash has been a hoarder of secrets. He figures that we all have things we hide from time to time. It's not his place to reveal any little minute detail about his best friend's life.

But if it makes Nami understand the gravity of things, he'll let her grasp at straws in the dark.]

I didn't say he hated his own race.

No. You didn't. [Quite agreeable on that.]

Something else Vash has failed to tell me after all this time, huh.

Oh, he's given plenty of clues; maybe you just missed them.

[Especially that one time he, y'know. Wanted to kill all the humans in Luceti.]

You're working with someone who's stuck to his ideals and his fears for longer than you might think. And those really old habits? They die hard.

[It's memories like that which is exactly why Nami just soaks the information in without much shock. She's too used to Luceti by now; two years ago, she'd probably still be gaping at the idea.

Precisely what the two of them are, though...]

How old?

[He smiles, slipping a new cigarette, his old one long cold and burned away.]

Old enough.

[Good enough answer? 8D]

[Sure thing! That totally clears things up for Nami.]

...is he a demon?

[OR NOT.

Yes, she's actually serious.]

[Pffft. One eyebrow shoots up.]

Last I checked, no.

[He sounds very sure about that, on the bright side.]

Good. [This is a sulky look as she drains the rest of her glass.] I'd hate to have to reconsider my stance on demons.

Careful. Luceti has a way of turning things on its head like that.

But for now, you're safe from having to change any stances, at least. [He smiles and raps his knuckle on the bar, rising to his feet.] Well, that's enough for me, I'm thinking. Promised Milly I'd stay out of trouble for a while, after all.

[Also ducking out of answering further questions, she notes. But... really, she can understand that. And... uh. Nami looks down at the table.]

...Wolfwood.

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