IGNORANT ! IGNORANT ! IGNORANT !
There’s an unhappy giggle at that anger. Vash found a week point, he found something that made Knives uncertain. Something that made him feel the way he’d made vash feel on many occasions. and it was thrilling in the worst ways it ever could be, especially for someone who swore he was nothing like his twin brother. “How are they any of my concern?”
“I Met Vash the Stampede.” the words are- strained? giddy? its hard to tell between the two with how his tone lilts. “Before his Knives turned him into a hollowed out shell in an attempt to make him his clone.” That’s all the ‘remade’ vash was, a husk, a shell, a horrific, failed attempt at a clone of his own damned twin. “And he was a better brother than you’ve ever been to me.”
“But that’s not all- I was trying to save his Wolfwood, From Him. but i failed and now I’m back here, with you trying to torment me while one of my friends has become so fed up with my bullshit, that he might as well think i’m holding him back when that was never my intention.” there’s an indignantly giddy little squeal of a sound. “Am i getting under your skin, Knives?”
SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HIS BROTHER. Vash, without a doubt, isn’t acting like himself. It makes Knives wonder if something else, beyond ‘ death ’ happened. Which is upsetting to think about. But Vash is already noticing that. Knives didn’t want him to think he has the upper hand here.
❝ I didn’t want a clone, I wanted my brother to be by my side, ❞ he says only so Vash doesn’t get him mixed up with the other ‘ Knives. ’ & the more he looks at his own Vash - the angrier he grows. First, at himself. But now it’s mostly directed towards what he sees as Vash’s own recklessness, & as Wolfwood, the assigned babysitter’s neglect. He lets the better brother comment slide - something he would’ve rolled his eyes over had he not been so distressed at the moment. Making brothers with an alternate self, how pathetic. Didn’t work out so well, did it ?
❝ You’re not, ❞ a lie. ❝ Why the hell should his Wolfwood matter so much ? ! Dammit, Vash - are you seriously going to risk your life for any alternate versions of ourselves that you’ll meet ? ? That would be impossible - you should only focus on us. The life you’re in NOW. Your ‘ friend ’ has every right to be fed up. You ran off without telling anyone, then you got yourself killed. For WHAT ? If the selfish little humans really do care, you’ve greatly upset them all with your ignorance. ❞
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