Knives glances back at Vash, brow furrowing. "Weren't you traveling with someone at about this point? Or has he not arrived yet? You'll get used to splitting people's attention and meeting up later, the point is to separate an angry crowd so everyone is individually dealing with fewer hostiles." If this is how it started, and by the time Wolfwood was finished Vash's strategies had vastly changed and improved, he really should have given more kudos to that lying, backstabbing bastard when he had the chance. It was definitely the right move to assign him to the task. Somehow he suspects it would have NEVER gone as well if he'd sent the likes of Elendira.

Or heaven forbid, Legato. Who wouldn't be able to get over his jealousy enough to be useful.

"Fast enough, or fast enough while carrying another ninety kilos?" There's a touch of mocking to his tone, but it's not meant to be vicious. "I'm not very small and light you know."

People get hurt. People always get hurt. By the time the Terrans arrived though, Knives had already seen to most of the population. "Still are. They haven't erupted into anything like open warfare, but human nature doesn't change. The Terrans deserve a bit more caution since they have the technology and knowledge to control plants, and if they want to, cut you off from everything that makes you a plant. Not just the things you don't know you can do yet, but even the song of our kin." Just in case, because oh no what if Vash decided he wanted to fuse with a bunch and get more powerful??? "They do it to their own Independents already."

Things that would never happen, but paranoia and humans go hand in hand.