Knives has been the perpetrator of countless murders, the ruin of numberless and nameless towns, but he doesn't ... recall Jeneora Rock's destruction that way. Or the skyline that was, hypothetically, July.

There's nothing at all wrong with his memory, but they don't fit with this narrative. He'd never even thought to use his blades quite that way.. if he even could, anymore.

"A chaotic and noisy place." His tone is neutral; Knives still didn't like humans but he knew how Vash felt. Should feel.

But how to explain the differences? How to explain where the hell his house had gone, why his brother looked inexplicably younger, strangely softer, even though so much else was clearly the same? But July also shouldn't be a hole like that. A ruin, absolutely, but just ... missing? Where was the debris field? It's puzzling, though he lacks the horror that Vash felt thinking about those places, he shares some of the bewilderment. "I had hoped for answers, but it seems there's even more questions, now."

He shifts slightly, to reach to pat Vash on one shoulder - the one that still had a natural arm. It's meant to be soothing, but such things don't come easily to him. "Let's put that aside for now." Who were those people and why did they even matter? "There should be a town some iles in that direction. Someone there might have the pieces to fit into this puzzle. Are you up for more travel?"