[ Love is a word Vash is deeply intimate with. He's felt it so many times before, for people who have died, for him, because of him--this time it was he who almost died, and instead of the conclusion that the world is better off without him.

He'd worried everyone. Look at all the lives that'd been affected by his three-day coma.

There was so much Love in this little cottage...

His grip on Dante becomes tighter as the other assures him that he won't outlive the Devil Hunter, too. A small sound escapes him. Almost like a whimper, something like a sound of relief. He'll take the promise, he'll accept the pity. ]

You have my permission to kick me into next Tuesday if you have to.

...Dante.

I'm sorry.
I missed you, so much.

It's been... too much. [ He's been alone, all this time. ]

I need your help.