Vash huffed a small, sharp laugh. "Yeah. I didn't know what it was to be seen as myself until the two of you came to my life. It might be different for your Vash, but I don't think so." He breathed out, and held tighter.

"Broken can heal. You have time now, and so does he. Even if you think yourself broken, you don't have to remain so. As long as there is life, there is hope, and we have that now."

Then Wolfwood said that he didn't deserve them, and Vash stiffened slightly. But then he hummed, mouth firming in a straight line. "You know, that's the kind of thing I say, and you get mad at me for it. You've lived and died and taken lives and destroyed and taken on all the guilt for that to protect others. In a word, not deserving us is kind of bullshit. So let's go see if you can wash up, and you sit in the shade and sip some water while I return things here to how they should be, and then I'll join you. Does that seem about right?"

He was the one who did the burying of people usually, anyway. It shouldn't be too hard for Wolfwood to take that.

Vash hoped, at least.