He shifts back a little, trying to hide how difficult even that small movement is. He finds a nearby tree to lean back against and take the weight off the wounds throbbing around his chest. Ideally, he should lying down, but the concept sounds less than appealing, at the moment. ]
Maybe next time you'll damn well listen to me when I tell you to bring your guns.
[ Faraday sneers at that, frustrated beyond words. Vasquez has a point, obviously – and if Faraday's honest, they had been lucky that Vasquez was able to dig out the silver with relative ease during the battle in Rose Creek. There was every possibility that the silver might have shattered, might have broken into pieces too small and impossible to find.
He doesn't trust his future chances with another silver bullet.
He scrubs his face with both hands, taking a deep breath. ]
We're two for two on you wakin' up half-dead.
If you're there for the next full moon— [ And he's unconscious of the word choice. If, not when. ] —maybe you oughtn't follow it like you have been.
[ Vasquez breathes a rough sigh through his nose, rubbing at his forehead. Dealing with the wolf isn't easy, but he never thought it would be. It's a beast on par with his own strength, and unlike most things, it can do real damage.
The point about tailing the wolf isn't a bad one, though. ]
You want me to just let it loose? I follow so it doesn't find humans in the night.
[ He brings up his knees, resting his elbows on them as he tips his head back against the tree. ]
I've never had a minder. Used to be I'd just— scout out a place for a couple nights and hope for the best on a full moon.
[ Granted, he had no way of knowing whether or not anyone fell along his path during the night, and when the moon began to wane, he would spend a few days wondering if the lingering taste of blood on the back of his tongue was animal or human. ]
[ Vasquez's expression is somehow grateful and baleful in the same breath. ]
At least wash up. You smell.
[ And he eases down onto his back, this time without fully muffling the relieved groan as he stretches out. His shoulder throbs as he lies on it, and he's still acutely aware of the wounds, but he feels slightly less woozy when he's horizontal. ]
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Assumin' you're able to stand up, at any point.
[ Faraday, clearly, has his doubts on that front. ]
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[ How dare he.
Except Vasquez readjusts to get to his feet, and—
—his arm wobbles under him.
... This is not a shining moment in his centuries of life.
Vasquez's weight falls back on his ass, and now he looks genuinely aggravated. ]
... If I wait, more will heal.
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Mostly, though, he's aggravated. Angry.
(guilty)
He offers a lackluster, ]
Told ya.
[ because that's what's expected of him.
He shifts back a little, trying to hide how difficult even that small movement is. He finds a nearby tree to lean back against and take the weight off the wounds throbbing around his chest. Ideally, he should lying down, but the concept sounds less than appealing, at the moment. ]
Maybe next time you'll damn well listen to me when I tell you to bring your guns.
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He casts Faraday a half-hearted glare. ]
So what? I can shoot you?
[ He waves his hand dismissively. ]
I can't leave the silver in your body, and I do not see the wolf letting me dig it back out.
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He doesn't trust his future chances with another silver bullet.
He scrubs his face with both hands, taking a deep breath. ]
We're two for two on you wakin' up half-dead.
If you're there for the next full moon— [ And he's unconscious of the word choice. If, not when. ] —maybe you oughtn't follow it like you have been.
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The point about tailing the wolf isn't a bad one, though. ]
You want me to just let it loose? I follow so it doesn't find humans in the night.
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Hell, I dunno.
[ He brings up his knees, resting his elbows on them as he tips his head back against the tree. ]
I've never had a minder. Used to be I'd just— scout out a place for a couple nights and hope for the best on a full moon.
[ Granted, he had no way of knowing whether or not anyone fell along his path during the night, and when the moon began to wane, he would spend a few days wondering if the lingering taste of blood on the back of his tongue was animal or human. ]
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Ugh.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, waving again with his free hand. ]
I don't know – maybe I watch a perimeter next time. Make sure it stays in one area and only get close if it finds people.
[ Another heavy sigh. ]
No lo sé.
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Just hurry up and take your damn nap. I don't wanna stay out here any longer'n I have to.
[ Especially considering neither of them have their guns.
And, you know. That Faraday is still in the buff. ]
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At least wash up. You smell.
[ And he eases down onto his back, this time without fully muffling the relieved groan as he stretches out. His shoulder throbs as he lies on it, and he's still acutely aware of the wounds, but he feels slightly less woozy when he's horizontal. ]
Como un perro mojado.
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Annoying bastard.