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1st Confession [Voice]

[Waking up dazed and confused in a desert with wings on your back... after thinking you're dead... never really helps a situation. Last he checked he was inking out his last bit of life on a church floor. And now he's in a shitty pile of sand with black wings on his shoulders. He was either alive and tripping back home in Gunsmoke, or he was on the road to a less than impressive Hell. But... that's a forest in the distance? He must've been seeing things. Worth a shot, at least?

So he staggers for an hour like a confused drunk and finally makes it to this green, wondrous land, were he just... collapses near the closest stream and drinks until his poor lungs feel a little better. Of course, after taking a short nap under a tree, he wakes up to a fat drop of rain smacking him in the forehead.]

Wha...?

[Is that... rain? Really? That's... sort of a miracle. Lots of miracles lately, eh? The journal falls open and voices trickle out of it. So after staring at it for a few minutes, he... speaks at it. After all, looking crazy is better than sitting out in a rainstorm--

He can't believe he's actually in rain. Real rain, none of that feigned sprinkler crap. And the desert's so goddamn tiny...]

Hello...?

Why in God's name am I talking to a book...

Can anyone tell me where the heck this place is? I'd also be really grateful if anyone could point me to the nearest food stand... Mainly if it has a nice, sturdy roof and something either warm or alcoholic to drink...

[A thoughtful pause. His back did feel too light...]

...And, uh... if you've seen a giant cross sitting around, let me know, huh?

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[It's quiet for a minute.]

I'm sorry. I kinda' left you and girls hanging there...

D-don't worry about it. We're doing fine. [Don't cry. Damn it. Don't cry or you won't stop. Although... he does have a couple questions for you when he can talk about this without tearing up. Like... oh, I dunno. How do you know Knives?]

Don't... tell me not to worry about something like that, idiot.

[Yeah. Sort of getting over this whole 'I've been dead for technically 1-2 days in my real-time' thing.]

...What happened after I left?

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Maybe... we should talk about this somewhere a little more private.

I'll need to teach how to filter things too.

[Sigh. This is gonna be a long week....]

... All right. See you soon.

Yeah, see you.

[Some time later?]

[Sometime later. Wolfwood's a little exhausted from the day's journey—so he's found a nice rock to rest on. And a shirt, courtesy of Ginko.]

[And here be Vash with clothes in hand! And umbrella! But he stops just short of him. It's one thing to hear your voice. He's actually been hearing it a lot lately before the echos left, but to see you... it's another.]

...Wolfwood...

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[He turns and sees him, and jumps up to his feet. Go figure. The idiot's gawking like he's looking at a ghost. Fair enough.]

How did I know the exact look you'd have, needle noggin? You haven't worked at all on that sentimental streak of yours.

No, I guess I haven't.

[Tries to grin as he holds the tears back.] It's good to see you again.

[He has a feeling he's gonna regret this, but he walks toward you with hands in pockets.]

Good to see you to, though I guess it's only be about two days since then for me—

Geez, how old are you again? Do I need to find you a damn handkerchief?

No, I'm alright. [Starts to get them under control.]

Some rain, huh? [I'm sorry, did you want questions answered? LOOK RAIN!]

Did you go to Dimitri?

[He leans against against a tree, folding his arms, and gives Vash a look. He knows he has to explain himself, why he knew about Knives like that, how he'd been playing along for such a long time... Tricking him, the girls...]

[He starts moving back down the way Vash came, though he's gauging the other man's response to the inquiry. He had to have been wondering. It had to have been on his mind.]

[He slows a bit.] I was... heading there when I woke up here.

[It's a question he's not sure he wants to know the answer to.] ...how did you know that Wolfwood?

[And another glance from under a wet mess of hair. Do you really not know yet? Something's had to have told you by now... some inner voice of reasoning...]

It was my job to know—and my job to lead you there alive and in one piece.

[By a ridiculous technicality, a member of Knives' team. An extension of Chapel, a little puppet to puppet Vash. Keep an eye on him, get him there.

Did he fail the job he'd despised having, too? What a kick in the teeth...]

[He stops.] Like... a babysitter? [He can be sharp when he wants to. He voice is calm, but damn if that didn't feel like getting kicked below the belt. He suspected something when you told him where to find Knives, but to hear it from you it hurts.]

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...

[He almost decides on a longer reply, but he can't really think of anything that wasn't as honest or truthful:]

...At first, yeah.

[He stands in the rain a moment. Mulling it over.

He wouldn't be dead, if it wasn't for you.]

...is that why... [Huh, can't seem to be able to bring himself to say: killed you.]

[There's a pause—it's probably telltale.]

It's because I chose what I wanted to do. It had nothing to do with your sorry ass, okay?

[He doesn't believe the second part of it.] I'm sorry.

You always apologize for things that you have no control over. You know that?

[Wolfwood shifts his shoulders awkwardly and looks over at him, very neutral in expression. For a moment. His eyebrows furrow at the melancholy look; he hates that look, Vash. You use it too damn much.]

And you're a goddamned idiot that apologizes when it should be the other way around; what happened was just something that happens. It's life—and while I was pissed at myself for letting it come to that in the first place, I don't regret how it played out.

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...I should have been there.

You didn't have to be anywhere. It wasn't your fight to have.

[But it was about him wasn't it? Because you didn't want to do as they told you, but he's gotten all he really wanted to know. You are his friend. This is just... too depressing and they can't fix it.]

Well, I won't let you fight on your own again here.

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