[He pauses, a little stunned by the sudden request. But, fine.]

...Vash.

[Now, he's looking down. Down at the floor between his feet, one ankle flesh and blood, the other cold steel.

How much else are you going to hide to protect me?]

I think...this was a pretty unique situation. Right?

[He's a little incredulous, actually. It shows in the way he shifts in his chair, like he can't quite believe it.]

Like. This is...shit. Shit that supposedly happens in the future. And, not that Zazie's got any reason to lie, but think about it for a sec. What if we get to that future and it turns out that ain't what happens at all? Do you think I could have known how I should react to bein' told somethin' like that, out of nowhere? And I'm sure by now you've had plenty'a time to think about it, and you prolly don't feel any better about knowin' what's comin'.

That's what's so...frustrating. It ain't "I need you to tell me x from now on", it's "I don't know if I can trust you to be honest with me ever again".

[He exhales on a rushed breath, shucking his fingers through the side of his hair.]

I know I've lied about shit before. About...what I was doin' back home. But I thought...didn't we talk about that? Is that what this is about?