[ Those bloody, gnarled feathers spread out over him, but it's not frightening at all. It feels safe, in a horrible, sad, broken kind of way. It's hard to feel anything other than grief and anger, but having those feathers surrounding him pulls at something inside, something in his arm and chest both, something that feels... big. Like if he could just catch hold of it, he could pull it free, like... like a cork from a bottle, or a pin from a grenade. ]

No! [ Still kneeling in the sand, Vash looks up at those very blue eyes and shakes his head hard. ] Stop them, we'll stop them from ever hurting anyone again, I'll help you! But we don't have to kill them!

[ He knows what Rem did was awful, but she's changed! He's here, alive, as proof that she's changed! Please don't try to kill his mom? ]

Killing them won't change anything!