KNIVES! [Vash calls out loud in a bit of a panic. Forgetting about the mental link. Partly because of what Knives had told him of his fate back home. Knives doesn't have much blond hair left. What will showing his ability to the crowd do to him? But also in part because of that irritation that Vash felt. He's scared that his brother is about to attack the crowd to the point that he nearly stands. He rocks a bit on his knees before he remembers where he is and stays put. His heart pounding in his chest, bu it was too late. The crowd had already seen and heard his outburst. Those not scared off by Knives's display are only more than happy to point out that perhaps the lesson hasn't been learned.]

Show us! [They cry out with excitement. Why should they fear these new blades? They're intended for the twin after all is what they think.] Show us what imagination we lack!

[Vash grinds his teeth together. He knows what a stupidly, dangerous game this crowd is playing even if they don't. His muscles are tense and every nerve is on end. Trying to sit still now was hard as he keeps an eye on his brother. Ready to jump up and protect this crowd calling for his blood if he must.]

Please, Knives. [He says out loud in an attempt to correct his earlier outburst.] Perhaps you should correct me a little bit more. Of course only if you feel I should be. You know what is best for me, brother. [His stomach twists saying that lie out loud.]