Let him go? Wolfwood's about to cut that train of thought short, because no, the Eye doesn't let people go. Once they take you in, they own you until you're dead, and sometimes for awhile after that. He was just too much of a mess to send out on a contract right after Julai, and with both Knives and Conrad gone, what remained of the Priesthood was too busy trying to figure out what to do next to worry too much about one of their puppets. They took his guns, assigned him a tail, and let him head out into the world to drink himself into a stupor, with the understanding that, at some point, he'd be called back. There is no 'out'. They own him, forever.

But the crybaby looks so ridiculously happy at the idea that he's not working for those bastards anymore, so Wolfwood just shrugs and lets him think what he likes.

"Yeah, I've heard that pacifist shit before," he grumbles, dismissing yet another Vash's foolishness about fighting with a wave of his hand. "I don't care if you kill 'em or not, as long as they don't kill me, got it?"

Now. Which way to the nearest town?