[oh god, oh god, Livio has to catch up, has to stop him, to grab him and tear him away from this-- this--

the big man spots the bloody couch and almost collapses. he knows, he knows he's the last person Vash wants to see, that he should see, but he's the only one here...he's the only one who can stop him.

so he hurries after the plant, shouting, reaching desperately, until finally Vash slows, walking like he's in mud. Livio catches up, and gently places his hands on his shoulders]

It's okay. Let's just go. This is taken care of. You already-- he's already taken care of. We don't have to go there, okay?