Wolfwood, both Wolfwoods, had often yelled at him about the thing he chose to do. But never, ever, had they told him no. Don't try this. This is hopeless. It made something heavy drop in his stomach, and he ducked his head slightly, almost stubbornly, looking around him. He did not know the degree of horror that was coming, but in his way he could guess, too.

For a moment, his lips trembled, before he pressed them firmly together.

"Do you know where they are? The plants?" He knew that they were out there somewhere, he had heard them, and he knew that they had not abandoned people, which gave him more hope than he could express, but he needed to know.

Another deep breath. Wolfwood did not apologize. And now he was doing just that.

"Let us see where you think he is. And you can tell me on the way." The weight in his stomach was getting heavier, but the only way he could help these people was to return the plants, or bring them to the plants... when whatever they had asked for had been helped with.

Instead of locking himself down, Vash leaned slightly so their shoulders did touch, bump lightly. He was here. Whatever was happening, this was not Wolfwood's fault. And they would find how to help, together.