[He knew there was no point in reiterating what he's said before, of course. Vash...made up his mind 150 years ago. He would try to make Knives come to his senses by whatever means necessary, even if that meant stopping him...somehow.

The only problem is, Wolfwood genuinely doesn't think Vash has what it takes to take him down, if it came to it. It's not even a matter of if he's literally capable. But...emotionally.

If he could dispatch Knives as easily as pulling a trigger...Wolfwood still doesn't think he would.]

...I don't know how you do it.

[He finally sighs, his voice just above a whisper.]

You've lived more than a lifetime of this bullshit. Me...I'd've probably gone insane by now.

...but I guess I didn't really have a conventional childhood, huh.

[Wolfwood didn't have one, period. He wasn't allowed. He never got a choice.]