Vash’s expression saddened as he listened to Archer’s story. It was clear that the man had endured some hardships as a child — the two of them weren’t so unalike in that regard — but, Vash didn’t know what to give as a response to all of it. Not that it mattered much, because before he could so much as open his mouth to respond to Archer’s closing remark, the man vanished. And then, while Sorin continued to offer arguments to Saber and the others — it seemed he was unable to argue with Vash any further, instead only insisting that Vash would suffer for his ideals if he did not change them. 

Vash sighed audibly. He couldn’t convince anyone that killing was wrong — not that he was too surprised by that — but he hoped he could at least make them understand his perspective. Instead, everyone, even Saber, seemed to be in agreement that his ideals were childish and impossible to achieve.

Hearing Saber’s response, though, he did at least have one thing to say. “I agree with her.” he spoke up. “You might not agree with me, but I still believe that killing is never the answer. And I won’t abandon those ideals,” he told Sorin. “No matter how much I suffer.” 

Vash then turned from the group, feeling like there was no point in debating anything further. He heard Takatora’s scenario as he started to walk away towards the wall of supplies, and of course his answer was obvious — try to save as many people as possible. Even if it seems like only fifty can survive, try to find a way to save more. He felt no reason to share that out loud, though, as he could say nothing more without repeating himself. If he couldn’t preach to the group, he would just have to continue living by example.