I remember Allen. He was a nice guy. [Vash had never considered giving blood before Allen started making him feel more comfortable about it.]

I still find it hard to think about how I might have lived in other places without any sort of memory of it. All I know is that other me was an idiot for not getting to know you better. Although he might have had a good idea to pick up the guitar. [That sounds like something that could annoy Chuuya a lot better than the harmonica.]