[Conrad's heart pounds in his ears as he takes in Vash's words. Conflicting feelings, both equally powerful, swirl in his mind: on one hand, the idea of losing Yuuri. The thought of him hurt when Conrad could have prevented it. He'd never forgive himself.]
[And on the other. Who knew how long Sentience would take to fix the weapon that Vash said was inside him? What if it couldn't be done? That would mean...]
If that's... [Conrad draws a slow breath] what you feel is right.