15th Confession [Action/Emo]

[notabluesbro]

[Well, things were better. Meryl was back, after all, and he was relieved to know it.

But... Wolfwood always has been a thinker. And since the incident with Legato and Kaori, he's unable to find solace in much. Did he really do what was right? He—he tried what he could to do what Vash tried to force into his head: tried to find the route where no one died. But in order to do that, he had to become some sort of shitty dog in Legato's shadow. He knew the son-of-a-bitch hoped for it, planned for it, loved every second of tugging that leash.

He's avoided any real talking with anyone, really. Stayed in the apartment, avoided any real contact with Vash, did the usual Wolfwood trait of solitude: shutting yourself away from people when you have a thought that won't let you go. He'll bounce back from it, he surmises. Things will clear up for him later. He has to force himself to think that, in the end, it won't impact him. But still...

"Tell Legato that Rem was wrong—tell him that there is no worth in people, or in the illusion of peace."

"... whether that's true or not, you're worth something right now, okay? You don't ... You don't have to be useful by some guy's definition to be important."]

[Wolfwood's out and about today, albeit the shade around him suggests he's not much for enjoying the day, whether he means to look that way or not. Right now, he's frustrated with himself. And it shows. He decides to spend a few hours at the battle dome—takes his pent-up aggravations out on imaginary evils. He's not going to bother masking his weapon from anyone, because really? It's almost starting to feel like his trying to hide that part of him from this place. Every shot is precise and deadly. Mechanical and automatic. All what he learned, years ago, all denying the basic fundamentals of Vash's way of life. But he feels it, in his fingertips. He hesitates so minutely that he KNOWS he's doing it, regardless of how smooth his motions are.

...Dammit all.

Then he goes by the clinic, to see if Kaori's still there. She should be, he's thinking. But if she's not, then maybe that's even better. Maybe it means she was healed up and isn't miserable. And then, after that... after that nervous bit of deciding to check on her. He's going to a bar—hell, any would do—and when he does, he opens his journal and looks over that entry he'd been avoiding since he came back.

"How d'you prove you're worth something?"]

...Ha, you little moron.

[When he decides to finally return home, he's decidedly drunk, but like he hasn't done that in his lifetime. He's just more graceful than Vash—

ACK, my knee, that was a coffee table—

Maybe not so much.]



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[seiriald]

[Her expression turns into confusion, taking in what little he said. As far as she knows she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Vash was the one who happened to come for her. You might have to elaborate more, Wolfwood.]

[notabluesbro]

[Oh, he will. He thinks it's only fair.]

Legato... that man—he's from our world. He hates humanity, despite being a man himself... and he wants nothing more than to make Vash suffer and prove what he thinks is and always will be wrong.

Even if it means involving the people Vash cares about.

[seiriald]

[She's okay with Legato hating humanity — she holds a grudge toward them too, and is almost sympathetic with him until the part with Vash is brought up. Having spikey suffer for his feelings? Not. Cool. Her expression turns into a frown, a touch of blush reaching it as she pointed toward herself.

Is that why I was attacked?]

[notabluesbro]

You were attacked because you knew Vash. That's how he works. That's his method for trying make Vash change what he believes. By cutting down life and torturing as much as he can until there's some contentment from Vash's misery.

It's probably all he lives for, right now.

[seiriald]

[That... was something she used to do, before her curse began to reel her in. Torturing until she was satisfied with the agony of her Human target. But it wasn't something she wanted to do forever.]

Ha... how... [She wanted to ask so many things, but was still horribly limited as she winced from the effort.]

[notabluesbro]

[He's craving a cigarette like wow, but he's polite enough to wait until he leaves—instead, he gives her a quiet once-over. It was a lot to think about, really.]

When you get better and you want to know more, Vash will answer to you.

[a beat]

It's your right.

[seiriald]

[The lack of answers make her frown again, especially since these two never give straight answers when it comes to some things. But if it's her right, like he says...

Besides, Vash was coming again later, right? So she nods again, accepting that answer for now.]

[notabluesbro]

[His voice is low and gentle, as he turns on his heel.]

Get well soon, okay? I'm sure that spikey-headed idiot'll be by soon to check up on you. So rest up.

[seiriald]

[She gives another nod and smile, genuinely happy that he came to see her despite not being that optimistic child anymore.

Small gestures of kindness to make people happier, she hasn't forgotten.]

[notabluesbro]

[...He can't tell if that smile made him more or less guilty, to be honest. He starts away toward the doors, eyes half-lidded in thought behind his glasses.]