[ It's not just the name that stops him. It's like running past a bakery that's full of good smells, or... or passing somebody familiar in the street and you catch the scent of their perfume before seeing their face. Something about that broken old building calls out stop in a way that feels safe.

So it's no surprise that when Vash screeches to a halt and turns, eyes wide with panic, that it's his brother. He looks different, but Vash would know his brother anywhere. ]

Knives!

[ Tears welling up, he beelines for his brother, ready to grab him up in a terrified -- but also relieved -- hug. ]

Knives, what's going on? Where are we? Where's Rem? Where's the ship? What happened here? Are you okay? I'm so thirsty!