[ The subject was heavy, and hearing all of these was difficult, though possibly not quite for the reasons why Wolfwood might be considering. He does not dread death. But he does dread that being as different as he is, whatever is beyond that light... he won't find most of the people he holds dear. Heaven... the human heaven. Who would let him there? It does not sound like a place where someone like him would belong. Among other things, he was, as was written, a false idol.

Still, he listened, raptly even. Ther was so much that he wanted to know, so much that, well. He might never get to experience. Given everything with the living Wolfwood. ]

You don't have to doubt it. He will be happy.

[ There was no hesitation or doubt in his voice, neither on what the effect would be, nor on the fact that Wolfwood would be able to do what he had waited for so long to do. Somehow, it would work out. Surely the sisters would make it so.

He smiled a little. ]

And I hope you won't have to watch things get that bad here. There must be a reason why we were brought in, right? So we can help and it won't be like that.

[ Vash hummed, considering it all, as much as he could. His knowledge of things beyond death was limited because so much of his existence was geared towards keeping people from dying that he had not really paid too much attention. So he might... be more ignorant about that than was his usual. He suspected that ignorance would never be a good thing, all things considered. Still. ]

So... other than hopefully getting back to where you belong, what do you need?