trailofblood | (no subject)

... So in other words, you could kill another team's hostage to protect yours.

[ jfc thanks for this heart-to-heart, he's feeling much more chipper now ]

[you're welcome]

Not everyone's like you, spikey.

'Least we can't get fucked over by anyone else in this game. If we lose, it's our own fault.

That doesn't mean I can understand it.

[ ... hn. "Our own fault," that's right. ]

It's gonna be fine.

I can. Doesn't mean I can forgive 'em.

[glances at him briefly then away, tossing the quill aside]

We'll see.

[ He catches the quill as it goes flying, and eyes the bottle of ink where Wolfwood set it down earlier. ]

What will not forgiving them accomplish?

Nothin', really. Never found out who did it, and by now they're probably long since down in the pods where I was.

But that's not somethin' you can just forget.

And what would you do if you did know? If they weren't sleeping?

Nothin' you'd approve of.

... Wolfwood...

[ NOW he's standing to go retrieve the ink bottle ]

Don't even start. I let you have your shitty 'condition,' you don't get to argue with me any more today.

I'm not 'starting' anything, we never stopped.

[ As far as this discussion is concerned, they will probably never stop. He plops back down with the bottle in hand, across from Wolfwood this time. ]

Riddle me this, then: how do you feel when you kill someone? Do you actually get any satisfaction out of it?

. . .

What makes you think I remember killin' anyone?

Mostly because there are a few shards you pointedly didn't let me see.

[ (Yes he noticed) ]

[ And he's drawing a tic-tac-toe board on the floor now, fuck you if you thought he was joking ]

Did it occur to you that maybe that's cause you weren't in 'em?

[are we really going to play tic tac toe with a very sharp quill and poison ink]

It did.

But I also trust you to hedge around things like that, especially with me.

[ Yes????? Who do you think you're dealing with ]

[sigh]

There's still a lot I don't remember, Vash. Stuff about who I am, what I was doin'. . . I'm sure you understand that. There's some things I gotta figure out for myself.

... Yeah, I get it.

[ Putting an 'o' in the middle square and then holding the quill out to him ]

Just... do me a favor and remember that question I asked you.