Quickened breaths solidified instantly, dissipated just as quickly. Ice hung from motionless chambers and coated the slick metal floor. Knives smiled, hugged himself close, relished the cold; such a radical change from the ship's comfortable norm.
Funny how such a deathly chill could be used to sustain so much life.
Knives took a new path tonight, flattened his numb nose against a new chamber. The occupant was smirking in his sleep; fascinating. So varied; no two the same. As different from each other as he and Vash were from them.
Vash was wrong; they'd love them both. He'd prove it.