[It's appreciated that Vash doesn't pry. Even when he was alive, Adrian is at least aware he was a very private person. It's why he lived at this here Lighthouse, preferring to be out here than in the thick of the village with the other folk. What he isn't expecting is the way Vash stops to say a silent prayer over the grave before he fills it in with dirt.

And that is enough to get him to volunteer something.]

He was my son. I ain't gonna really be able to make this up to you, so...thank you.

[He's sitting back down on the steps now, looking tired. Even with the rejuvenating qualities of the rain, it's been so long since he's been able to turn off the aggression that the exhaustion is catching up to him ten-fold.]

You can. Just...tell the others they shouldn't come here. Not right now.

[Not until he knows it's safe. Vash...well. It's kindof too late for that.]

And. ...I'm sorry for what I did to you. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.