[ Vash moves without protest, too distracted from the idea of grown him to think too hard about what his brother's got planned. ]

When were you here? Am I tall? Am I taller than you? [ The ground is dusty down here, ugh. What's he doing, anyway? From his knees, he cranes his head around to follow Knives with a million questions. ] How'd you do it? Were you in a bulb? Where'd you go? Were we on the ship still? Did you see Rem?