[The dance comes to a stop as Pure Vanilla stills, and shifts his free hand from where it had been resting on Vash's shoulder blade to his cheek. Just a soft cup, as he knocks their foreheads together again. A light tap, accompanied by the squeeze of their hands together.]

No. No. Forgive me my bluntness, but you do not seem the type to deliberately hand someone the means to harm. I will not disagree that your life has been full of pain, but I must disagree that you are the cause of it. That you are the cause of the pain others feel.

[He strokes his thumb gently across the curve of Vash's cheek, sort of memorizing the shape of it as he does. Seeing it with his fingers. Trying to map his face out in his mind. But also to add a small bit of comfort.]

I do not need sight to see the heart of you. My own heart tells me more than my eyes ever will. We may have only just met, yet our similarities are enough that I know you.

[His voice is low as he speaks, a gentle murmur as they mingle breathe from the closeness.]

Let me help you realize this for yourself. You are not a Typhoon, that creates disaster wherever you go. You are a kind heart caught up in a typhoon, but not the typhoon itself.