Yes, but I wasn't here before, was I, Vash? [Knives doesn't even spare the man talking a glance. Instead, he goes up to Vash and reaches out and takes a handful of the black hair under Vash's blond. He isn't tugging painfully, but just enough to show force.

Everything about his exterior presence shows someone in control, someone who is angry but containing it as to not cross the line.

Vash, though, because of their connection, can sense how much this disgusts him, how much remorse is feeling his chest. He hates that feeling, and it's still so fresh and new to him. It aches in a way he can't even process it fully.]

And you will do anything for me, won't you, brother? Because you know what I'm like better than anyone. You know that if you step out of line again, I'll find a nice hole to put you in and we'll test just how immortal the two of us really are.

[That's probably hitting too close to home, but if it's true that these people have information on their past, they'll know why that threat would be effective.]

Get on your knees and prove to me that you'll do better, Vash.