[ Nai is a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. Vash's response to this, too, comes without hesitation: ] I believe you.
[ Of course Wolfwood went after him first. Wolfwood knew first hand just how much horror Nai had wrought in his wake, and how much worse things could become, so long as he held on to his insane ambition. Just like Nai, Wolfwood isn't the sort of person to wait and hope for a better outcome -- he's the type to strike before a worse one.
Vash can almost track his path across the room in his mind's eye, and what surprises him isn't that Wolfwood went after Nai first, but that Wolfwood started the job without finishing it. Why?
Vash's gaze drops to the ice pack on his brother's neck, and finally he takes he a step back, shaking his head. ]
You sent him personally? [ Vash's brow furrows, but the flash of pain and regret there isn't what Nai might think. He hadn't realized just how much of Wolfwood's plight was entirely his fault. There's no pleasure in what he says, just weary acceptance: ] Nai... I knew who he was from the start.
[ Not the details, who sent him, or exactly what he wanted, but Wolfwood carried his guilt and regret like he carried the Punisher, and Vash had yet to see him lay it down.
He turns, already moving toward the door. They're not going to get anywhere dragging out this new iteration of the same old argument. ] I'm going to look for my friend now. Try to get some rest.
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[ Of course Wolfwood went after him first. Wolfwood knew first hand just how much horror Nai had wrought in his wake, and how much worse things could become, so long as he held on to his insane ambition. Just like Nai, Wolfwood isn't the sort of person to wait and hope for a better outcome -- he's the type to strike before a worse one.
Vash can almost track his path across the room in his mind's eye, and what surprises him isn't that Wolfwood went after Nai first, but that Wolfwood started the job without finishing it. Why?
Vash's gaze drops to the ice pack on his brother's neck, and finally he takes he a step back, shaking his head. ]
You sent him personally? [ Vash's brow furrows, but the flash of pain and regret there isn't what Nai might think. He hadn't realized just how much of Wolfwood's plight was entirely his fault. There's no pleasure in what he says, just weary acceptance: ] Nai... I knew who he was from the start.
[ Not the details, who sent him, or exactly what he wanted, but Wolfwood carried his guilt and regret like he carried the Punisher, and Vash had yet to see him lay it down.
He turns, already moving toward the door. They're not going to get anywhere dragging out this new iteration of the same old argument. ] I'm going to look for my friend now. Try to get some rest.