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DUONET ID: meryl.stryfe

"This is Meryl Stryfe. Sorry I missed you! If this is about a scoop, let me know a time and place and I'll meet you in person!

If not, then just leave me a message, I guess, and I'll get back to you!"

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[ndw]

Who the hell would want to go back?

[ The words come out with a snort, dry and disbelieving. He understands where Meryl is coming from—this place is perfect. Heaven. Leagues better than any life they could have ever cobbled together with their worn and weary hands back on Gunsmoke, but that doesn't make it right for them to stay here. Not when they know so intimately the names and faces of those left behind.

Though he does wish for her sake that she wouldn't feel the guilt too keenly. Even if it doesn't feel right, Meryl is someone that deserves a life like this. Vash too.

But it's not that easy. ]

Only an idiot would want to go back, but if there's a way, then we should probably take it. [ He squints at her. ] I mean, I got shit to do, but you've got a bit of a hero complex, huh?

[petitejournalism]

[ you know meryl by now, wolfwood. always feeling far more than any journalist should, about just about everything. it's her biggest incompatibility with journalism, and a pitfall she's fallen into plenty of times. she can't help the guilt that she inevitably feels with the deep desire to stay here, clashing with her good heart, knowing she needs to go back home for a multitude of reasons.

she pipes up, her tone slightly indignant for a moment. ] Hey, it's not a "hero complex"! That sounds so weird. [ she doesn't picture herself that way at all. and she elbows him softly in the side — for once not actually meaning to hurt him or anything. ]

I just... can't leave people to suffer, that's all. [ hmph. ] I-I agree with you, though. That we should take the chance to go back, if we get one.

[ and maybe that only an idiot would truly want to go back, if they're talking about the planet itself. ]

[ndw]

[ Glad that they're both idiots then. Wolfwood isn't entirely sure how he feels about going back... It's inevitable, in the way that all terrible things are. He doesn't know if he'd be happier staying or returning, but it's not like there's much of a choice either way, so he supposes it doesn't matter.

He tilts his head, looking at her curiously. ]

You don't think of yourself as a hero?

[ It's a stupid question, he knows, but he still wonders why. Doesn't doing stupid things for the sake of others usually qualify as hero behaviour? ]

[petitejournalism]

[ she certainly thinks it's a stupid question, and coming from wolfwood it's even stranger.

she looks at him with utter confusion on her face, eyes squinting like she doesn't quite trust this line of questioning. ]

Huh? Why would I? It's never even crossed my mind.

[ she just. does things. most of the time without thinking. but "hero" is a word that goes way too far for her to ever consider herself. it feels foreign and strange. ]