[That hand stretches out, and Vash reaches for it. Maybe it's a mercy, that Pure vanilla can't see it. Or maybe the sound of his jacket quickly ruffling, then settling back down into place, is evidence enough of what he'd tried to do. He feels guilty for even trying. He knows what his own hands are capable of, after all.

(Some part of his brain reasons that Pure Vanilla, too, is capable of this. But that part is sounded out by the screaming self-loathing that encompasses most of his mind.)

As it stands, Vash waits until they're thoroughly indoors before breathing a sigh of relief. There's something about being in the public eye right now that makes him uncomfortable. He doesn't want to be recognized for what he did, even if he looks so different than he had over the course of that week.

There were so many new faces. And now he'll be — even if only partially — remembered by those deaths. Pure Vanilla is no exception, despite the brief conversation they'd had over the network previously. But at least now he had a chance to rectify that.]

Thank you... for letting me come here. If you're uncomfortable at any point, please tell me. I know what you saw me do was... pretty terrible. But I promise I'm not like that.

[He can get into the details later, but this must be said first.]