"It doesn't require--" anything but for you to forgive, but Vash swallows that down, shaking his head. "Sorry. Don't mind me."

Vash listens, carefully. He nods at the first point, winces slightly at the second, his left hand flexing unconsciously, but he listens.

Then the third one just makes him hunch, looking down, a frown etched on his face. But he listens.

"I think I've seen Legato, one time. He was in a car riding around the sand steamer that went haywire. Was made to go haywire. And I don't think worship will happen? I don't know, I tend to overstay my welcome far too quickly to know. I'd think it will be uncomfortable. And the guide - his job was to bring me to July, and we were almost there. In this place, July is... rubble. And he - he thinks we're all dead and this is hell. So he left already."

And Vash is miserable about it but that doesn't matter. He looks away. "I'll work on my powers." That's the only one he thinks he has any control over right now. He has no idea where to start, but he understands Knives' point. "I didn't even think I had any until years and years after the crash. When I opened my Gate with my left hand and you had to cut it off so it wouldn't suck everything and everyone in."

Yes, his gate goes in, not out. Think on that, Knives. His certainly did.