BEWARE OF SPOILERS!

I know Trigun is an oldie anime but the manga is still recent, hence the warning. This both follows the course of Wolfwood from the anime and the manga and how he leaves the group. I took the course of the manga but wrote it out into my own words because the scene just caught me off guard.

This is a platonic friendship stuff between Vash and Wolfwood sharing a drink.


An Unspoken Plea.

"Come on, Spikey… It's been a while since we've had a drink together," his voice cracked slightly as he lifted a bottle half full of whiskey, tossing me a shot glass.

We both smiled at each other as we walked to a deserted area, the scraps of metal on the ground crushed beneath our feet like the melody of our lives. Finally making it to the center of the field, we sat down on the slightly damaged sofa and stared out and beyond, the only building in front of us being a church.

Raising my glass, he struggled not to grunt as his shaking hand manages to fill my glass with the amber liquid. I grabbed the bottle and did the same for him, a smile covering my face to mask the sadness that overwhelmed me. Carefully tipping our glasses, the clinking filled the silence as we both drank for a better hope, for a better moment, for a better tomorrow… anything than the bitter truth of reality.

"Spikey," his voice was barely a whisper as he leaned more comfortably into the leather sofa. "Smile. You look better when you smile."

I tipped my head to take in this moment, his face and clothes all covered in his own blood with the smell of gunpowder, his breath of alcohol and cigarettes, his emotions in a state of deep concentration as he stared at the church. I put my hands between my knees as I lowered my head and closed my eyes as the corners of my lip pushed downwards.

"That was a bit harsh, sorry," he apologized under his breath, managing to fill up his glass with more whiskey before swallowing it all in a burning moment.

"Wolfwood, don't be so stupid. Please stop saying such stupid things," I managed to say as I felt my breath coming and going quickly.

Suppressing tears that were forming, stinging my vision with lost hope, I looked at him once more. His face was pointed at the sky as little square pieces of paper fell from the ship above us, a single tear creating a clean streak on his bloodied face, his screams echoing around the empty space around us.

Please God, I know I shouldn't ask this of you because of the sins that have touched my hands. If you had the slight glimmer of chance to help him, please. I beg of you.

I was chanting beneath my breath as I kept my head down in his final moments of life.

Let him live, let him live, let him live, oh please, God. We're the cruelest people but if you can find it in your heart, please help. Let him live. Let him breathe. Let him live. Let him breathe.

The bells on the church rang loudly, the kids on the airship yelling and shouting, the chanting inside my head, the sound of his slowing heart beat, the tension building as the last tear fell from his chin.

The first ring; Let him live.

The second ring; Let him breathe.

The third ring; The kids screamed once last time, "WELCOME HOME, NICO!"

The final ring; I clutched my hand until my knuckles turned white as I sobbed loudly into my wrists, "Oh, God, grant me just this one wish!"

As he closed his eyes slowly, his face looked calm as his heart stopped, his last breath leaving his lungs. The bottle fell to the floor loudly as everything fell into silence again.