[Meanwhile, here Sylvain is, staring at Vash in confusion, and then in horror- not outright horror, but the more subtle one which dawns upon people in horror movies when they realize that something is going wrong, but don't know what it is just yet. Post-oh shit something isn't right, pre-oh shit that thing is trying to kill me. That sort of horror.]

This usually is the point when somebody tells me I'm overthinking things or I'm being demoralizing, not-

[Actually, he's not going to think about that too much. Those feelings can go back into the pit where they come from and be gently repressed for a later time, aka never.]

Tired people are too tired to question things, maybe?