"Knives." Vash nods, and yes, he notes the surprise, just giving a wry smile in return, but his eyes are a little scared. This can't be right. It's horrible, really.

Then the rest of the words follow, and he immediately starts shaking his head.

"I can't do that." Knives, any Knives, should know that. He might be good at concealing unless directly poked, his ability to lie is, uh. Less than great.

"If there are people who are hostile, I do what I always do. I run away. I'll just carry you on my back, it won't be a problem."

He bites his lip a little. "The posters... would they look like. Well, different coat, kind of ragged on the edges, and hair all up. And glasses kind of different? I think I caught that image when everything changed. There were plants who asked. 'Help us. Help him.'"

Vash has a certain hope that whatever they were taken from will be... fine. At least for a while.