[ Vash doesn't really hear the questions, to be honest. All he heard was the fear that there's another, younger Wolfwood in the grave just up the road, and it's just one more horror to add to the day's pile. Because it means they're going back to the orphanage, doesn't it? To see who's there. To see who's in the ground.

Some small part of Vash, deep inside, can't stop screaming. He fixes his fake smile in place -- a little lopsided, but it'll do for now -- and he pats the other Vash on the shoulder companionably. ]

I guess it's too confusing if we're both Vash, isn't it? [ Come on, friend. Shall they head out? Wolfwood -- both Wolfwoods, apparently -- are waiting for them, and Vash only has so much longer he can keep himself together.. ] The name is yours, if you'd like it.

[ He reaches up and gives a lock of his hair a tug, the mirror of the way Wolfwood did just a few minutes earlier, out in the street. ]

I guess I can't be Blondie anymore either!

[ It looks like hers though, doesn't it? Finally at the end of his run, he looks like her. Could he take her name, call himself Saverem? Has he earned that name yet?

...In his heart, he has to admit that the answer is no. ]

I guess that just leaves the Stampede.

[ A whirlwind of destruction, for a little while longer. ]