[ vash feels rooted in this spot, anyhow. Unwilling to move, holding onto Dante like he could slip out from between his fingers, at any point. His eyes close--and there's a ... shuddering sigh that escapes him.
There's no escaping the truth. He can't proceed here without telling Dante the truth. As much as it hurts to say it. As much as it hurts to remember. he has Wolfwood back in this world--He can't afford to lose that.
His head tips down, leaning into Dante's hands.
He can't look him in the eye. But he can lean into his hands and seek the comfort they offer, the affection he'd missed for nearly two years. Maybe more than that. ]
...They're dangerous. The more he takes, the more they shorten his life. They heal him. But it's like burning a candle. His fire stays lit, but the hotter the flame...
[ he shudders again. And he cannot keep the tears from leaking from his eyes. He fights for it, fights to keep his face straight. It's not working. ]
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There's no escaping the truth. He can't proceed here without telling Dante the truth. As much as it hurts to say it. As much as it hurts to remember. he has Wolfwood back in this world--He can't afford to lose that.
His head tips down, leaning into Dante's hands.
He can't look him in the eye. But he can lean into his hands and seek the comfort they offer, the affection he'd missed for nearly two years. Maybe more than that. ]
...They're dangerous. The more he takes, the more they shorten his life. They heal him. But it's like burning a candle.
His fire stays lit, but the hotter the flame...
[ he shudders again. And he cannot keep the tears from leaking from his eyes. He fights for it, fights to keep his face straight. It's not working. ]
...
I had to bury him.
I don't want to do that ever again.