There's no way he'd know that, Vash. [ nai interjects before knives can answer, staring hard at the radio console. it was better not to have any silly notions and hope for things that were out of their control. he leans back against the seat, crossing his arms tight over his chest. ]

Either we'll all go back at some point or we're trapped here forever. It's out of our control.

[ nai wants to go back, at least - he wants to see his vash again. every moment apart is filled with worry over what could be happening in their separation. was time still passing, or would it be the same as if he never left at all? too many possibilities, and every one of them makes his head hurt. ]