Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Instincts
Vicious had been disappointed. They had been like brothers. Of course, brothers didn't do some of the things they had done, but they had had each other's backs. They had worked together. Vicious wasn't the type to mourn the loss of course, it wasn't like Spike couldn't be replaced-- he had ingratiated himself with Grenecia for a reason after all --but it was such a waste of human abilities. Such a waste of the pretty piece of flesh.
Spike was the one that had quit of course, the one that had run, that had betrayed him, but Spike had always been beneath Vicious. The one with the control was never the one that went seeking change, it was always the inferior one who runs. It was disappointing at the very most, how very pretty he had been, and how very far he had thought he could get. Animals always come back to home, though, every time.