[ he didn't want to admit it, he didn't. He'd rather ... have kept it in, close to his chest. But it wasn't honest--and Dante deserved the honesty. After all, he loved wolfwood just as much as Vash did, didn't he?

Vash is sure of it. He can see it in Dante's eyes. The way his heart twists and almost breaks again, just under the surface of those baby-blue eyes that are so gentle, despite how cruel he knows the world is.

That the idea of Burying someone you love isn't something anyone should ever do--and yet, Vash had to. Alone. With his own two hands. lay the man he loved to rest because he failed to protect him.

There's a wet patch blooming on Dante's coat, and it's only growing bigger. ]

He'll fight it. I know he will. He relies on those vials to keep him alive while diving head-first into danger.
...I can't let it happen anymore.
Not knowing what he could do to himself.

...Not knowing that, in this world. He could do it again, without knowing it.

We have to make him listen to reason. Even if he doesn't want to hear it.