Vash watched the uncharacteristic smirk on his brother's face widen. He swept a hand out to indicate the endless sands all around them, bright blue eyes wide.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't even matter! Of all the planets in this galaxy, they chose to repopulate a desert! So stupid..."
Vash was afraid. He didn't recognize his brother anymore. Something had happened inside him—something wrong.
"They'll all die anyway. One by one; they can't survive without water, power. Isn't it beautiful, Vash?" Knives turned to him, grinning wildly. "This planet is a heaven!"
Vash thought it looked more like hell.