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The light was dim as the horizon turned into ashes. A chill wind blew from the north as all around the desert was silent, in the shade of the ruins. A painfull groan breaches the silence ❝F-Fuck Spikey, you are helpless❞ his voice almost angry, poles apart from the kind silky one ❝Doesn’t matter. I’ll still take care of you❞. Wolfwood lets out a snarl, almost barking ❝It’s rotten work, you dipshit!❞ as carefull hands wrapèed gently the bloodstained flesh in fresh bandages. Vash chuckled, unfazed ❝Not to me. Not if it’s you❞. Silence falls again, on a lighter heart.