[ the loss of contact barely registers (it still does) in the context of the scale of the horribleness of what they are facing.

Vash hunches, helpless. Even... even with this, he loves his brother. But he can't argue. ]

I couldn't ask about the children. It would have set him off. I had things to do. [ like bury a man who no longer needs it. ] I'm sorry. It's.

He... Millions Knives needs to be stopped. And nobody has the power to do it but me.

That's why I was going to Julai in the first place.

[ he squeezes his eyes for a long moment. Then, very quietly, but with feeling. ]

Fuck.