[Knives lets out a breath as he feels his brother's eyes looking at him and hears the concern in that familiar voice. He doesn't turn to look at Vash right away, instead, his focus is still on the world around them. It's strange how the confirmation that Vash is here and is still aware enough to be worried about his hair makes tension that Knives wasn't even aware he was holding in his chest melt away.]

Do you think they're all humans, brother? [He asked in a sort of apathetic, exhausted tone. He didn't even sound invested in his hatred of them anymore. Instead, it felt as if it was a weight barring down on him. Crushing him.] What other race could come up with such a disgusting culture?

They must be. They act human, driven by all of the same base desires and needs.

I stand here and I can only think of one power source that would be capable of bringing me back, but try as I might I can't sense any other siblings on this world - excepting our sisters who are already a part of me. [Those Plants would probably never fully leave him alone again. Their memories still lingered on the edges of his mind, ready to supply warm and protective feelings for humans if he let them slip through.] It's you and me surrounded by a sea of perverted humanity.

Just like old times.