He talked about children before, right? They had to happen somehow.

[ There is actual bile at the back of Vash's throat, making his voice thick, his eyes a little dead. If it's early enough, they wouldn't show, you know?

And no, he's not moving aside. He's not grabbing at the gun, his mind shorting out far too much for any sensible action, but. Standing between others and death, that's the one thing he's got, isn't it? When it comes down to it.

And he's not exactly terribly good at it, either. ]

Vash. You might want to explain a bit more.

[ And he is positive he doesn't want to hear what that explanation will be, but he must. A deep breath, and a very, very quiet, ]

I'm sorry.

[ To Wolfwood. Both of them. To the other Vash. ]