Vash stares up sadly at his friend. Pulling so hard at his wrists that they're on the risk of starting to bleed. Watching as the researcher starts to leave the room. "Wait! Stop! At least let him rest! You don't need to do this right now!"

She doesn't bother to give Vash a response. Exiting the room and leaving it to fill with that interesting smell once again. "I'm sorry. Azwel, I'm so sorry." He doesn't care that Azwel has forgiven him. He feels so helpless and he hates it. He watches the light turn red. "I won't hold back this time." Get it done as quick as possible and let his friend get his rest.