"Easy, easy," Vash speaks softly, hands on your shoulders to ground you. Your expression is one of shock, staring at the graphic scene in front of you. The entire town — dead.

It's recent if the metallic scent on the wind is anything to go by. Who would do such a thing? Meryl is off somewhere else, having excused herself at the sight. She felt sick. Your own stomach churned, eyes burning as you felt like crying. Wolfwood wasn't even phased.

He was simply inspecting everything, "praying" for the townspeople like he did at the gas station. Vash frowns, worried. He cares for you. Maybe too much for a Plant to care for a human.

He cares too much. "We can leave. We can skip town, camp outside and under the stars. We could-" he starts to list alternatives, but you're barely listening. Vash seems to realise just that, pulling your face into his chest to hide that grotesque scene from your view.

"Shh..." he shushes you like you're speaking too loudly even though you haven't said a word. "Mayfly," comes his quiet whisper. Mayfly. His nickname for you, yet another sign of his attachment to you.