"Did I say kill anybody?" And now he's visibly exasperated, setting his hands on his hips in a gesture so human it's probably best to not point it out. "Did I say fight at all or did I say run away, and hide what you are from them?"

It's things he'd heard for a long time. But this younger version couldn't possibly know that, they'd been apart at that point longer than they'd been together. He rubs the bridge of his nose for a moment, eyes closed, before he gives a heavy, put upon sigh. "From where you stand and what you've experienced, you might not realize I am very familiar with your code of ethics, and you're no longer familiar at all with mine. I'm not about to tell you to go on a rampage, betray a friend, or shoot someone you casually just met on the street an hour ago and so on." There were certain things that just weren't worth the effort. Vash was as fixated on his ideals and beliefs as Knives was, and just as unlikely to change them, ever.