"If you stay past sunset and change your mind, there's some to go around," he says genially. Sharing is fine. There was no conflict of interests, no stubborn refusals on any level when it was another plant, at least, though he could mulishly overcome any such refusals when dealing with humanity most of the time as well.

He stops, visibly startled, when asked what he goes by, then laughs. "No, you're Vash, remember? I'm.." Not Knives anymore. Not Vash either. The rest of him didn't have names. That's a question he's REALLY going to have to figure out a proper answer to one day, without giving himself headaches over it from the cognitive dissonance. "..There are some who call me ... Tim?"