[Vash sighs. Honestly believing knowing and understanding how much Rem loved him could help Knives, but deciding not to push it right now.

His hand still drops away. Disappearing into his pocket.] Besides, we're going to do better in this city if we can find a way to get along without driving each other insane. [Or at least it would be for Vash. The way this city is set up, Knives could actually get just about anything he wanted. Not that Vash really wants his brother to think that way.]