[ There's so little of her left, and what's there looks like it hurts so much. Vash keeps a tight grip on her hand, reaching up towards their sisters with the other to pet over their feathers. ]

Thank you! [ For looking after her. For trying to defend her, even he doesn't agree with the way they're doing it. For holding her together. He knows only too well that it's nothing but chance, fate, good luck, whatever you want to call it, that it was Tessla in that lab and not him, or Knives. If somebody did this to Knives, Vash thinks he might want to kill them too. He understands. ] Thank you for helping her! But she's hurting!

[ She should be dead, he thinks, tracking from her eyes to the eyeless face behind. She shouldn't be alive. How much does it take to kill one of their kind, if this wasn't enough? How much more could she possibly endure?

He turns his feathery face back up to the gallery of wings above his head. ]

I can put her back together... I think. But I need your help! Will you help us?