She looked at him, so many things to say sticking to her tongue and the back of her throat. "Vash, there's something I have to tell you, but I just can't say it.  I'm not courageous, and I'm not brave.  I just can't say it to you or anyone else, but I want to tell you." She looked away, choking up a little.  He was so close, but she knew he was A hero.  Not HER hero.  She wouldn't have a hero, because she didn't need a hero.  At least, nobody that she did.  She was fragile and sensitive.