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[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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Fuck that! I could have waited another minute! He had trouble enough holding the knife and the kid at the same time!

[surprised at the outburst] How do you he wouldn't have killed her anyway?

I don't know. I just don't know, but I killed him. I took what shot I had and... Dammit!

[lets go of his hand to put his left arm around his shoulders, tilting his feathers away from him] You saved a child's life, too.

[let's go of the bottle to grab the front of Vash's shirt] God... why are you being so supportive? I've killed!

[goes still, not making even the slightest move to stop him] You did it to save others. Think about it! If he had killed that kid, he would've been hanged for murder.

[with a sad, but even stare] I know you took what you thought was the right choice, even if you're second-guessing it now.

[stares at him like Vash has an extra head as well as all those feathers and let's go] Yeah, he would have died anyways.

[his hand shook as he picked up the bottle and drank down another healthy swallow] Everyone screaming, the kid hanging there, there was blood everywhere and I took a head shot. No thinking, nothing fancy, I went right for the head.

[gives him a slight squeeze with that arm that's around his shoulders] Then it was instinct. That still doesn't mean you were wrong.

[would curl up against him but there's way too many people around there for that] The other you would have punched me, you know.

Really? ... That's no good. Then I'd have to punch myself.

He did it once already. I couldn't see a way out but he said there was. Sort of sad; it was the last real conversation before I died.

[expression falling a bit, he carefully reaches out with his other arm, putting that hand on his opposite shoulder, too. It's a little tricky to keep all the feathers away from him, but they're normal enough right now]

Let me tell you a story, too. Over a year ago, two of the Gung-Ho Guns attacked the last remaining, whole SEEDS ship on the planet. I was busy with one while my Wolfwood fought the other. He... killed most of the people operating it, but if he hadn't... hundreds of people could've died if that assassin had gotten past him. I can't say that I'm happy to know it took a few deaths to save my friends.

[quietly] Sometimes you just run out of choices.

[looks at him, reaching out to touch the feathers, still amazed by them and not really caring if he did get cut]

Mine was a machine. [closes his eyes] But it was right. He stabbed a couple of people already but a child... she couldn't fight back like the others.

Do you mean Gray? I think mine might've been a machine. But there were a bunch of midgets inside of it.

[watches him, expression still somber] I'm sorry you had to do that, but it's lucky for that girl you were there.

Yeah, mine was all machine, no midgets on board.

I guess so. No one else would have moved.

[gives into the urge to give him a brief hug before pulling away completely] I take it you'll be staying here for a while?

[it takes him a little longer to let go of his feathers though] I should be back soon. I do need to wash up and eat.

Don't forget to bring me some food!

[rolls his eyes] Fine, broomhead. I'll bring you food.

Good! I'll see you then.

[and then he's gone]

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