The hair on Vash's neck went up straight, and his body tensed. He didn't know why, but he got a feeling that something very, very bad just might happen very soon.
"...I hope this isn't what I think it is."
Knives looked up at him, sensing his fear, but not understanding why. He may have had a mental link to Vash, but he was only reaching nine months old by human standards, and didn't have the skills to understand Vash.
"Bas!" He exclaimed, grabbing onto the red coat.
"It'll be fine, little guy... it'll be fine."















