The Future is a distant place

Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun

A/N: Thanks to Celesma for betaing :)

"Once this is all over with, what do you plan to do, Tongari?"

Vash contemplates this while they walk on.

"Hmmm... eat all my favorite dishes. And not be chased by bounty hunters."

Wolfwood snorts.

"What?! That's a perfectly valid plan! What'll you do?"

The priest's expression doesn't change.

"Well, sleep I guess. For a very long time."

There is something peculiar about that answer, but Vash doesn't ask. Sometimes, though, he tries to picture Wolfwood after all this is over, only to find that he can't. Instead he sees a road spinning off into nothingness. The future: distant.

Unreachable.