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Vaude Does Have A Brain Technically
Vaude does have a brain… Technically
Elizabeth *exasperated*: Vaude, you don’t have the brains needed for a procedure of this caliber.
Vaude: Sure I do!
Vaude: [comes running back with arms full of jarred brains] Tah-Dah!!
Elizabeth: Brother, where did you get those brains?
Vaude: [backs away slowly with his brains]
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The Bird Leaves the Nest
⚠️ Mention of alcohol at end ⚠️
Vaude fell to his knees. They made a resounding crack as they met the hard, worn wooden floor of his shack. He clung to Wildcat’s pants leg like his life depended on it, and in a way, it did. His body hunched over her boots as a tsunami of tears flowed from him. His voice came out in broken sobs.
“Momma, please don’t go. I’ll do anything to keep you here.”
Wildcat looked down. A frown creased her lips as she looked over her shoulder at John, then back down to her adopted son. She rested a hand on Vaude’s arm and gently pried him off. Vaude looked up in disbelief as he scrambled backward on his hands and feet.
“I’m sorry, baby bird, I have to go on this mission. John needs me.”
John held her hand and gave it a small squeeze before they walked out of the crumbling shack. Vaude stood abruptly and stumbled after his mother and father. He cursed his limp under his breath and shouted after them, but his voice was too hoarse, and they were already gone.
Vaude was left alone once again. He limped over to his chair in front of the fireplace and plopped down. He reached beside him and picked up a brown glass bottle from the crate that served as a makeshift table. For the next few nights, Vaude distorted his memories with the bootlegged swamp liquid.