Vash is quiet for awhile. Listening as some he thought might side against the bomb voicing for it's use. He knew he had been beat, even knew that this might be for the best. Perhaps the Third Party had gone mad past the point of being saved anyway.

Yet, he couldn't let go of the thought of Noah one day growing up and being within those ranks.

"I'm sorry. Using this kind of destructive force against a city we don't know hardly anything about I just can't stomach very well. I don't blame you; I can see the benefits of striking now. Just the line that the Malnosso had people within range of the bomb I can't stop thinking who else may be in it's range. Prisoners of war. Maybe people who haven't gone completely mad yet, but just trying to survive." He shakes his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but if I may request a selfish act in that if at all possible I wish to play no part in this past not stopping it."

As already he knows he doesn't think he'll be able to forgive himself for even that.