[Another memory. A shorter woman stands in front of him with her arms open. There's a group of men standing near by and another stands between Vash and the woman. Tears down his face and a gun held outright.]

We have a right to hate this man!

[But the woman smiles and steps forward toward the man with a gun.]

No one has the right to kill another.

[The memory ends and Vash at least looks a little more up upbeat despite the memory getting more tense as it faded away.]

People make mistakes, but mistakes can be fixed and people can move on. [He gently smiles a bit more.] I won't give up.