The white roar in his mind was threatening to swallow him. He needed.. to fight his way through it, to figure out what was happening, to reach someone he could help, because Wolfwood would need something actual to stop panicking, proof either way. There were times when words were not enough, and in the absence of something to do to resolve the issue, something to know would have to do.

But then Wolfwood spoke, and the words cut through the roar with enough depth that his eyes stung, and he had to swallow and remind himself that he did not deserve to cry, and so he breathed, and walked, for a little bit before he could swallow that up.

"I would not be glad if either of you was dead. But we don't know that he is. We don't know, Wolfwood, and until that is a certainty, I won't grieve him." He would hold on to hope. He had to.

"But however much you are aware of your mistake, you did not choose to get anyone else hurt by it." Other than the other Vash, but he knew that bringing that up would not help. "And you certainly did not, and would not, make him go take your place. However it might make sense in you mind, if it happened, or is happening, you did not make it happen. So you stop that, too." His right arm weint in front of his body, holding on to the left elbow, and he stared up ahead. "If I'm right, and it was the plants that called us here, then he wouldn't be there, anyway. If it was someone else, and that happened, then it'd be their fault. Not yours."

And then Vash would be angry. But not at Wolfwood.