"That's right." The beast agrees, leaning in closer to Vash as he nearly drops Cyril. His arms becoming so wet and tired. "You killed me. How many people this last century have you allowed to suffer when you could have killed them? How much did he suffer? Your brother could have stopped this all from happening if you had just asked him to. It was so easy."

Vash's hands are so slick that he's finding it nearly impossible to hold on. "Stop! Stop! Why won't you all just go away?! “