[It's a very sober pair of sharp blue eyes that are turned on Vash, measuring, weighing.]

I would hope, Vash, that you would be merciful enough to put me out of my suffering if something like that happened to me. I would rather 'lose something' than regain my senses and find I've been forced to do terrible things against my will.

[His gaze shifts away, to watch the treeline, always scanning for potential trouble. Hyt's suspicion sat comfortably there.]

Not all killing is an act of cruelty. Sometimes it is a kindness.