[ What a neat thought! A whole bunch of plants that looked just like them and their brother, just miles and miles of family, all with the same face. What a different life that would have been! They never would have been alone, ever. ]

I haven't seen any other versions of our brother aside from the very old one, who lives out by Chisler's Hill, and the little one who lives near the ruins of July. But if he's here, he'll show up sooner or later!

[ With both hands, he combs his hair down roughly against his scalp, trying to get the mess to lay down. It really doesn't want to, but he'll keep at it for a minute or so and see if he can beat it into submission. ]

I don't think he'd listen to anyone at the age you are now, me or another plant, or even R-- rrremarkably enough, the independents who came from Earth! [ Whew. Almost messed that one up! ] If he does show up though, maybe he'd listen to himself? The old Knives... I won't say that he can be trusted, but these days he's only attacking with words.

[ That's not ebntirely fair -- his words clearly hadn't been meant as attacks, but just like Vash can't help taking blame, Knives can't help casting it. Maybe that's something they can change, now that they have time. He can hope, at least. ]

I know you've got a place to stay here in the city, but you've got friends out in July, if you need them.

[ If he said hey, Rem's in July! and then she'd vanished by the time he got there? Vash doesn't want to think about how he'd feel. Better to let it be a surprise, for all that he wants desperately for this version of himself to know she's alive and well. It'll happen. They'll get there. ]