"Vash, I—"
"I know, Meryl."
Just like that, like it was no big deal. Meryl wasn't surprised; she knew, too. She laid a tiny hand over his and squeezed, sighing when he took it and squeezed back.
"But he's here now, safe. You can't run from them forever."
He looked at her, weary green eyes trying to convey what he couldn't in words. "I can't just quit, Meryl, you know that. Not with so many people still after my name, bounty or no. This gunman thing, it's my job now. It's still dangerous."
"Then take a vacation."