human enough

Vash gazes out at the endless expanse of desert stretched out before them, then turns to look at Wolfwood, a thoughtful, terrifyingly sincere light in his eyes when he says, “We make a good team. I’m glad I met you, Wolfwood.”Wolfwood’s heart breaks, the way it always does when Vash reminds him of the truth of what he’s doing here, the impermanence of it.“Yeah,” Wolfwood rasps, because staring into those eyes forces honesty out of him. “Hate to say it, but you’re not a bad partner either.”

On a bench overlooking the desert, Vash and Wolfwood share a drink.