[In many ways, Vash is unsure why this news hits him so hard. Wolfwood was a good man, to be sure, and had even been something of a friend to him. But they hadn’t known each other that long. In that time, they’d frequently butted heads. Hell, he couldn’t even be sure that the Undertaker even liked him.
And yet, it was as he’d only just said. Wolfwood was a good man. Vash had seen that in his eyes from the moment they’d met. It didn’t matter, where he’d come from, who he was working for, or what his end goal was. You didn’t give everything to save a friend, a city, an orphanage, if you didn’t have a good soul.
And now the world felt a little duller, knowing that in some way, he was gone.]
I’m sorry, Livio. I can’t imagine what this must be like for you.
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And yet, it was as he’d only just said. Wolfwood was a good man. Vash had seen that in his eyes from the moment they’d met. It didn’t matter, where he’d come from, who he was working for, or what his end goal was. You didn’t give everything to save a friend, a city, an orphanage, if you didn’t have a good soul.
And now the world felt a little duller, knowing that in some way, he was gone.]
I’m sorry, Livio. I can’t imagine what this must be like for you.