Only a few days? It's true, Vash has to admit, that he wouldn't know if the city was disappearing or not. He's spent less than an hour in that part of the world since they were all brought here, just long enough to see Rem, and say what he'd thought was goodbye to his littlest brother. July had just been the backdrop, the universe's sick idea of a joke, so many of his mistakes clustered together. He hadn't given it much thought -- in fact, he'd tried hard not to look at the ruins at all.

But first Knives and now Tim have pointed out that the city is shifting, and Vash can't help but wonder if it has something to do with the form of its destruction. Is it just a quirk of their sisters' efforts to save the Red Brother, just another piece of strangeness that they all not get to adapt to? Or did he break more than he'd imagined when he'd destroyed July and undone all her residents?

"Only ghosts," he quips, his tone less dry and more melancholy than he intended, whoops. With an embarrassed clearing of his throat, he tries that again: "I mean, no. I didn't recognize any of the people I could see just now."

Still leaning against the wall so he can see July out of the corner of his eye, he smiles sympathetically at the burrito next to him. "Are you looking for anyone in particular?"