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Breathing heavyly and feeling dizzy, Wolfwood collapsed at the ground of his church.
He was all bled out. It was going to be over for him... he knew, and that was the bad part about it.
Why, why, he asked himself in his thoughts. Why did it have to turn out like this. Im a bad person, i know i am, but didn´t i make some right choices.. because of him?
He can still live, because he wasnt like me. But on the other hand, how is he different from me?
We both killed a lot of people and we feel sorry for it.
Wolfwood coughed hard and painfully on his cigarette.
„This really is killing me.." He groaned sarcastically.
I guess it would only be okay if i die. Serves me right for liveing such a life.
But then again, its not fair for her. She was the only one who cared for me in all my twenty years of life.
Chapel never cared for me. Nor did my so called parent. Neither did anyone i met along my journey.
My body was grown older unnaturally and i hide it under my latino image. I travel the land in the name of the lord and yet i´m sinning in every second of my existance. Death would be fair for me. But not for her. Not for all she did, it would never be okay if she would suffer under all this.
Wolfwood felt how his jaw wasn´t strong enough to hold the cigarette anymore. It fell to the ground, and his hand was right beside it... he didn´t feel the warmth comeing from it anymore.
Is this it? Is it? Is this what i deserved, Lord? He asked himself serval times inside his mind, while his vision was fainting away.
A blur of colors followed, and finally, he was pulled off his mind, parted from it.
„Vash has a guardian angel. He must be, surviveing all these risky jumps, shots and manovers."
Right now, he missed the feeling of a cigarette filter between his teeth.
„Dont you suppose you have one, too?"
Damn this cheerful voice, he thought. Damn him and his idiot ways. They almost got me killed.
Wolfwood coughed again.
But then again, it felt good. Like ripping the sins off his body with a ton of bullets.
„Are you better now, Mr Priest?" An even more cheerful voice came from the door.
„Y-yeah. Still feelin hard in the chest, but its all better now. Where am i, anyway?" Wolfwood asked, slowly sitting up to face Millie.
„Mr Vash and Meryl are going to our chief.. he asked what im doing and wanted to fire me, but i cant just leave you like this, can i? Like my little big sister always told me,..."
Wolfwood stopped to listen. There she goes rambleing about relatives again, he thought.
A smile crossed the preachers lips.
Vash had a guardian angel.
But he wasnt the only one.