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Gonna make toplevels for things since that's easier for keeping threads separated YAAY

Date: 2025-03-12 03:58 am (UTC)
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[ He's been here before. In this part of the desert, in this car, in this seat. He's been here before, his arm around a supposedly unconscious man that Meryl had just managed to whallop with several tons of metal. It's distressingly familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time, because this time Vash's panic is running undercurrent to his current state of confusion.

He doesn't remember being here, just a little while ago. The momentum of a car rumbling through the desert as the driver panicks is a familiar echo to the sensation of his stomach sinking as he falls down, down, down, hurtling towards the planet they're currently on.

He has to physically pull himself back into the present, one hand shaking one of Wolfwood's shoulders almost like he's a bad actor, overacting to try and fall back into place. He's done this before, at least once. maybe twice or more. As they hurtle towards the building he knows they'll meet Zazie at, he watches Wolfwood with an intensity that makes it hard to deny that there are other, older, more buried memories trying to resurface.
]

Hey, try and stay awake okay? I've got some water, think you could drink?

[ They could skip the stop. He turns to say something to Meryl, but his attention shifts back to Wolfwood instead, his gaze watching for any indication of consciousness. He's not actually hurt, Vash knows this now, but it's almost hard to believe.

Wolfwood is clearly a better actor than he is.
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