[ i had to bury him.

i had to bury him.

bury him.

they bounce around his head like a rubber ball in a small room, each hit against a wall an ice-cold blade thrust directly into his heart. wolfwood died, back in the world they came from, wolfwood died and vash had to bury him with his own two hands. the very thing they had been fearing the past three days vash lived through already.

wolfwood died and it was the vials that killed him.

when dante finally breathes it is with a shudder, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his coat and dante leans in to rest his forehead against vash's. he tries to brush the other's tears away, tries to find the strength he should have to vash right now. he's just so damn tired. ]

Fuck, Vash. [ the hell does he say to that? there is nothing he can say to make it better, to make any of this better. ] Got it. We'll take the vials from him, hide them away somewhere he can't get them.

[ for emergencies, he thinks. ]

We're probably gonna have to tell it to him straight. He'd be pissed if we tried to trick him.