( Hiyori takes him by the face and Vash does his best to listen to her, sniffing once before he starts to nod in between her hands, earnest with it. )

Would you - could we? Is that allowed?

( Not the planting of the tree itself, but something to commemorate a person who's done so much harm? Vash is always trying to be careful about how much space he takes up - both physically and metaphorically - and he knows the world would rather put Millions Knives to rest, a footnote of cruelty in their history. But they are not on No Man's Land anymore, and Vash is the only one who remembers - Vash, and now Hiyori, who doesn't seem to think it's wrong to mourn at all. )

I -. I don't know if he'd like that. But maybe? He's not here to be mad at me about it. ( Voice breaking, but he snuffles through it, trying to smile. ) I'd like that, Hiyori. I'd really ... it would be nice.

( Helplessly. )

He wasn't always like that. I wish it had shown you the right parts.