[He watched her clinging to him, her grasp on reality obviously terrible, but it made sense. He remembered, how the human way of doing things had seemed so foreign to the poor girl, even after over a century of following Rem, following Vash by proxy. If he had the energy to feel much more than exhausted, it would have made him feel so angry, the sight of her suffering and knowing what had gotten her to this point. Why was it always kids? Why did the fucking doctors always go after the kids?

But he needed rest, and he didn't want to risk letting himself slip into the void here, when he knew how easy it was for him to lose time there. It was a safer thing back at Rem's little home, but that in and of itself brought even more hurdles.

He turned his head so that when he spoke, sparing only the slightest amount of energy so that his voice was barely audible, he was speaking right into Vash's ear.]

Can't leave 'er out here, Blondie. But don't think she'd take kindly to mom...can't make the decision for you. Gonna need to rest soon. Tired. [And so he hopefully wouldn't worry too much, because that was just what he knew he did, a moment later he murmured out again.] Can get home, fine. We're not far out. But if I go quiet, don't worry. Takes energy to...stay present. Be heard.