There's absolutely no doubt that given the opportunity, he would mindlessly sacrifice supplies because someone gave him a sad face, it's merely not the current situation at hand. This is different. He didn't want to think of how many people might have made it past his brother's first assault, only to die hungry and thirsty in the dark. The entire town being alive would be better but that was impossible, so one ... he'd take one survivor over none survivor.
He expects a scolding, expects to have to bargain a bit of food or water away though he's not sure how adept he'd be at it right now, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying, and a quiet 'hey' draws thinned lips and stubbornness set to his jaw and shoulder, willing and ready no matter the situation to argue to the best of his ability. What he gets is ... something he wants to reject just as quickly as he did their insistence they leave without checking the houses first: logic that matches with what can be seen, but that would mean his one survivor is back to none survivor.
By the way his gaze flicks from Wolfwood to the girl better prepared for travel than he'd been in a while and then back, what Wolfwood is saying is heard. And processed, since his clumsy efforts to dig things out of unfamiliar bags simply ... stops, the ground, the town, a rock, anything suddenly better to look at than Wolfwood or the stranger. If he spoke again he knew it wouldn't be nice and steady and calm so he doesn't, he just swallows hard and takes a slow, unsteady deep breath as if by doing so he could get a better grip on the turmoil of pain and guilt. And try to ignore the brief irrational flash of fury. It had been so LONG and only now does anyone show up, three on one damned day, where were they when there was still a chance of saving anyone?! Why only now?
It wasn't fair.
He rubs the back of his remaining hand across his nose and mouth, a brief shaky gesture that brings with it another attempt at a steadying breath. Vash is certainly holding things together, however tenuously, but he wasn't going to be able to keep it up forever. "Okay." Whether or not he would want to verify, he didn't know. She deserved to know who was responsible, but after all this.. could he allow himself the selfishness of pretending it wasn't his fault even for a little while?
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He expects a scolding, expects to have to bargain a bit of food or water away though he's not sure how adept he'd be at it right now, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying, and a quiet 'hey' draws thinned lips and stubbornness set to his jaw and shoulder, willing and ready no matter the situation to argue to the best of his ability. What he gets is ... something he wants to reject just as quickly as he did their insistence they leave without checking the houses first: logic that matches with what can be seen, but that would mean his one survivor is back to none survivor.
By the way his gaze flicks from Wolfwood to the girl better prepared for travel than he'd been in a while and then back, what Wolfwood is saying is heard. And processed, since his clumsy efforts to dig things out of unfamiliar bags simply ... stops, the ground, the town, a rock, anything suddenly better to look at than Wolfwood or the stranger. If he spoke again he knew it wouldn't be nice and steady and calm so he doesn't, he just swallows hard and takes a slow, unsteady deep breath as if by doing so he could get a better grip on the turmoil of pain and guilt. And try to ignore the brief irrational flash of fury. It had been so LONG and only now does anyone show up, three on one damned day, where were they when there was still a chance of saving anyone?! Why only now?
It wasn't fair.
He rubs the back of his remaining hand across his nose and mouth, a brief shaky gesture that brings with it another attempt at a steadying breath. Vash is certainly holding things together, however tenuously, but he wasn't going to be able to keep it up forever. "Okay." Whether or not he would want to verify, he didn't know. She deserved to know who was responsible, but after all this.. could he allow himself the selfishness of pretending it wasn't his fault even for a little while?