[ Vash resists the urge to reach out and steady her at the elbow; he is keeping his focus half-fixated on the ballooning creature in the distance - but those words... they set something in his chest running colder. ]

If you're thinking about giving yourself to that thing, then you're right - I'm not going to like it, and it's not going to happen.

[ his stubbornness bleeds from him like a sieve, and unapologetically on this subject. yet despite the almost childish set of his jaw that suggests he isn't going to accept any arguments on that point... there is a softer note in his eyes approaching an unspoken plea. ]

I don't know what's going on, but... there's another way. There's always another way. You can help me find it, or you can sit here and regain your strength... alright? But we're running out of time.