[ Vash catches himself before he rolls his eyes. He does, however, exhale a sigh as he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]
Myself, really. [ Dolph too, but Knives doesn't need to know that right now. Maybe not ever. He watches his brother move, and a frown filters onto his expression as he observes the stiff way he moves, the pain evident. A renewed pang of guilt ricochets through his chest and he looks away, picking up the two fishing rods again. ]
But... thanks. I'm glad. [ He offers Knives a smile then, one that's small and brief, but one that's genuine. ] It's a bit of a walk.
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Myself, really. [ Dolph too, but Knives doesn't need to know that right now. Maybe not ever. He watches his brother move, and a frown filters onto his expression as he observes the stiff way he moves, the pain evident. A renewed pang of guilt ricochets through his chest and he looks away, picking up the two fishing rods again. ]
But... thanks. I'm glad. [ He offers Knives a smile then, one that's small and brief, but one that's genuine. ] It's a bit of a walk.
[ Are you going to be okay to do it? ]