[Vash listens carefully to his brother.] Maybe we can go back with the memories we have now. If we do then we can change things. [He reaches forward to gently touch his brother's forearm. Wanting to offer him some sort of comfort and grounding, but still weary. Still remember how quickly his brother could change from hot to cold in some very violent ways.] Our futures aren't written. Our futures are always blank, brother.

[He says her words before he can even think about how they might effect his brother. HIs mantra that that keeps him going at all times.]