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15th Confession [Action/Emo]

[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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[She looks at him, a wry smile cracking her weariness as the moon occasionally surfaces behind the clouds.] Pretty good.

[Her tone carries wry warmth and empathy and then she shrugs, the humor dropping from her features until she's all earnest - if still somewhat raw - attentive listening.] If you think talking about it more will help, I'll listen - or if you want to get going to keep sorting it out, I don't want to keep you.

Heh, well... Honestly, I don't I'll ever really figure things out. But I'd like to think most people have doubts or worries, even up until the day they die. It seems like it's only natural.

[His gaze is soft when he looks at her from the corner of his eye, but when he looks ahead it hardens into something serious.]

You may already know, but there's someone from my world here who's very dangerous. If anything—I'd want you to know that anyone who gets too close to Vash or myself... even Meryl—they're in danger.

[He fishes through his pocket, pulling out a lighter as he speaks.]

...Granted, he's dangerous in general, but it only gets worse when people are connected.

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[...just great.]

...if I gave up on a friendship just because someone might hurt me because of it I'd be a pretty lousy friend. And I think you and Vash will find that a lot of people here will feel that way... and that a lot of people here are dangerous.

[They went up against Aku for the sake of a friend, after all. Whoever this person here is can't be as bad as that.

And, after all, she's pretty dangerous herself - and if she can't take care of the problem, she's friends with pirates and ninjas... and outlaws, apparently. Katara sure can pick 'em.]

Not give up on friendship, but be as cautious as possible—if you see a man with blue hair and yellow eyes? Don't even look at him. He's not like any normal enemy. Hell, if he were, I wouldn't be telling anyone this; I'd expect them to be able to handle themselves.

...However, he's not that sort of person. He aims to torture his victims physically and mentally. And to do that? He can control anyone's body he chooses.

[He glances at her.]

If he wanted, he could take control of anyone here and use them to kill one another. He hides behind captives, destroys people's wills, and won't be entirely content until people hear his message. He doesn't fear death, and he can't really be stopped any other way.

[A shadow crosses her face that is both fear - oh, she can't help it, one of the worst nights of her life was spent like that - secrecy, and calculation. And then there's the guilt, the horrible gnawing 'I am wrong, I am wrong, I knew that this was wrong, I knew it' that clogs at her throat and the ruthless determination, 'I will not let this rule me, I will do everything I can to stop this' that narrows her eyes.]

How does he do it? Do you know what kind of technique he uses?

It's all mental; no strings attached. He can sense people's minds all around him, like some sort of weird radar. And when you're in his area? There's nothing stopping him from taking you over.

I've already experienced it once, here in Luceti. Your muscles? They don't listen to you, no matter how much you try and move. He manipulates nerves and muscles. Do things like break your arm at the elbow, if he chooses to. Can make you turn your weapon on yourself, if he wants to kill you right off.

[He pauses—and as awful as it sounds, he knows it puts things into perspective when he says:]

In our world, he was able to empty out entire cities. Made an entire town get up and walk out of the place. No one knows where most of them went, but they were gone. Sometimes, you're not even conscience of what he makes you do. That's what's awful. Fortunately, there's a power cap here, so honestly, the only way I can think of overpowering and beating him would be to have a whole group after him at once.

...But there'd be causalities.

[He was almost 100 percent certain of that. Someone would die.]

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[Mental? That was new. With her powers, and even with Shikamaru, there had been something physical - it had left the mind free.

...take a whole city and make them leave? That's terrifying.

But her brow only furrows. It's hard, but the amount of people he'd be able to do that to here would have to be limited - and Wolfwood is right, they'd need a lot of people. But if that was coordinated... Sokka wasn't there. She couldn't go to Caesar, he'd already proven that he only cared about the village's safety when it was convenient for him to do so - individuals were not what he viewed as part of his concern. But Shikamaru... he'd want to know about this anyway.]

Maybe. But that's a risk when you go into any battle. It's better if the people who can fight would take someone like that on than letting him walk around and pick on the ones who can't, or pick people off one at a time. I know someone who you could talk with about coordinating this, if you want. But I'd have to talk to him first.

[Wolfwood stares off into the distance, face expressionless.]

And when we finally get to him, then what? ...Will you and the others kill him?

[She closes her eyes for a moment, breathes. Then looks back up at him. Even in her current state of rage and grief, the memory of the people she's killed only adds another layer of anger and loss. She misses her own world, where in battle she could go to immobilize first and if she killed someone in battle she knew why she had to. This place...]

I don't know - there could be a better way. There should be. Or else, what, we'd just have to keep killing him and killing him until the Death Penalty took his powers away... but even that can be removed here. That doesn't mean it's not worth talking about to see if we can find a way to stop him.

The problem is, Legato hardly cares what interrupts his plans—he'll keep at them. Even if he's killed, even if he's gotten death penalties, even if he's caged, he'll keep trying to do what he does best.

I hate to sound so hopeless about it, but honestly, it's what I know...

As long as death isn't permanent here, there's not much we can do.

[He shifts.]

...But maybe you're right. Maybe trying to weaken him is the best we all can do.

It doesn't hurt to talk about it, to at least see what we can do. [She looks down for a moment, her hands unconsciously clenching nto fists at her sides.] There's so little that we can actually do here. If there's a chance to make it so that the people here are safer, even for a little while... at least that's something.

[He smiles at her again, after a moment of silent. It's tired still, but appreciative.]

You're right. It's something, huh?

[He wonders if that's why she's out here upset, if the way her fists clenched at that meant more than just momentary frustration; did she have something she felt she was supposed to protect? Something that, recently, she couldn't, even if she would have put all her heart into it?

I wonder...]

Ah—CHOO!

[o-oh

He sits for a minute, glasses askew.]

Oh geez, maybe you were right about staying indoors.

[That pulls her out of herself long enough for her to wince sympathetically and offer him a small smile.] You should head back and get yourself something warm to drink. The last thing you want to deal with is a cold.

Actually, there's a hell of a lot of things I'd deal with last than a cold.

[But he's grinning at that.]

However, that's a damn good idea.

But only if you can tell me you'll take care of yourself, okay? I'm what you'd call a professional worrywart, so don't make me live up to the title. Besides—

[He takes a good look at that rock.]

I don't think it could handle much more out of you, missy.

[And just like that, a shadow passes over her face and she shuts down and looks away.]

That was sort of the idea.

[So if we're done here, she'll just get back to that, thanks.]

[His softened features remain.]

You wanna talk to me about your own feelings, or am I not the person you want to tell any of that to? Either way, I wouldn't mind, but it's only fair that I offer an ear like you did for me.

I thought you were going to go get out of the cold.

[Translation: Torn.]

[Wolfwood just holds his back and winces at that.]

Ack—wow, my back is hurting pretty awful right now, though; I guess that's what I get for carrying around all this heavy baggage...!

[He leans back, sighing.]

I guess I should just wait a little while longer, until my back feels better, right?

[Heh - right answer. That actually wins something resembling a smile out of her.]

Well then you'd better have a seat someplace out of this wind.

[And, pulling the water from the tree, Katara moves her arms in a circular motion to construct a perfectly functional igloo, spacious enough for four. She moves to enter it, expecting him to follow.]

[He whistles; it's hard not to be impressed with something like that, considering what he's normally used to—all brawn and nothing special, that is. He follows her, look around curiously at the new icy walls around them.]

Impressive! I still can't get over how skilled some of the people in Luceti are...

[That... was sadly the wrong thing to say, since all the skill in the world...

...well. Katara reaches out and lowers the door to cut down on the windchill, and takes a seat somewhat close to the wall.]

[He tilts his chin down, smiling apologetically—he'll probably have to do that a lot, he thinks, but it hardly stops him from trying to find the root of your sadness.]

Said something stupid, didn't I?

[With an unspoken 'Tell me about it.']

[A quick, almost-embarrassed look.]

No, it's nothing like that.

[He nods, leaning back.]

Oh, well that's good. I say stupid things on a daily basis, so I just assume.

I think I caught it from standing around Vash too long, really.

[Said only half humorously, actually.]

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