HIGH ROLLER ! [TRIGUN STAMPEDE]

What is Mine is Mine

you're dead - norma tanega

"The Ace"

in the deadliest games, only one card guarantees victory— a master of precision, her cut is sharp, her aim truer than any odds

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The next day we have made it to the Sand Steamer to cross over the Great Sand Ocean. Per contract, I've got to keep going with this hypocrite. He sees this world through rose coloured glasses. I'm so envious of such hope.

We are leaving Meryl and Roberto behind, however. Interesting that Vash doesn't consider them his friends either. Cold shoulder. Didn't expect that.

"What is your guys' end game? Your real goal, what you would do in JuLai from my bounty, Revy..."

"I'm your babysitter," Wolfwood remarks. "You can't kill bad guys like a little spoiled brat. You should be thanking me. And he's right, Revy, you should leave. Look what yesterday did to you, but we don't have a single scratch."

"You don't get to choose who lives and dies."

Wolfwood sighs, looking over at a brooding Vash. "Still going on about that?"

"Don't you have something that you want to protect more than anything?"

I turn my head, holding my hat, leaning backwards against the rail while letting the wind catch my hair and coat, showing the katana at my back, the revolver at my side, and another strap that would hold my rifle if it were assembled. I look Wolfwood up and down, and crudely laugh. "You're still just a child, how are you going to babysit anyone?" I glance away, taking a cigarette from my pocket and sticking it between my lips without lighting it. "To protect some things, you can't save anyone else. I don't kill out of pleasure, it is out of necessity. And I don't get pleasure for a "job well done". Some people don't have the liberty of healing from a gunshot wound, and so between death and life, I will selfishly choose myself to live, and anyone I value over anyone else I encounter. My possessions matter to me, and that's me and my family, if I had any. Regardless, what's mine is mine, I don't care about anyone else."

I take out my lighter, lifting it to my dart. Inhale. Exhale.. "If you value the life of everyone, your friends and your enemies equally then you don't value anyone at all. How can anyone be precious and special to you, then?" Well, in truth, I don't think I value any life. Money, gambling, what more did I do but brood and hate?

Maybe my ideology is more intense than Wolfwood's, but he has been conditioned to me at this point. Still, even at my remarks, his head sinks as he is thinking about someone else. "That isn't true, Revy, that's too far. What you did for me back then, isn't that your true feelings?"

"What feelings?" My look is almost warning to him. He knows better; the sort of things that could happen to us. "In this line of work, only suffering awaits for those who love. The more love, the more I've got to lose. Should I be living like Vash? My survival being because the people I love have died for me?" I indicate him.