[ The color drains from Vash's face, and at the same time everything seems to re-center. Nai wouldn't be like this if Wolfwood was dead or even close to it - he would be right back to business, maybe gloating as an afterthought if he was particularly annoyed with Vash in the moment. While Vash still feels that horrible sense of fear and dread about what might have happened to Wolfwood, he's now relatively sure that Wolfwood walked out of the situation -- if not better, at least not too much worse than Nai.
Vash's expression softens. He skims his fingers across the dark bruises that already show a nearly perfect imprint of Wolfwood's hand. If he was a better man, would he place his own hand there and finish what Wolfwood started? Or would he offer his throat to Wolfwood too and say -- I'm just as guilty.
In the end, he can't see his brother in pain and not feel empathy for him. He doesn't miss Nai's ruthless arrogance, but this dead-eyed emptiness isn't better. ]
I'll get you some ice. [ He hears himself say. He goes, comes back with a bag of peas wrapped in a kitchen towel, and settles by the bed again. ] This will help with the pain. Can I?
[ He motions to his neck to indicate what he wants to do. ]
poor little meow meow who has never done anything wrong in his life
Vash's expression softens. He skims his fingers across the dark bruises that already show a nearly perfect imprint of Wolfwood's hand. If he was a better man, would he place his own hand there and finish what Wolfwood started? Or would he offer his throat to Wolfwood too and say -- I'm just as guilty.
In the end, he can't see his brother in pain and not feel empathy for him. He doesn't miss Nai's ruthless arrogance, but this dead-eyed emptiness isn't better. ]
I'll get you some ice. [ He hears himself say. He goes, comes back with a bag of peas wrapped in a kitchen towel, and settles by the bed again. ] This will help with the pain. Can I?
[ He motions to his neck to indicate what he wants to do. ]