"They're starting a war..."
Vash's observation was remorseful, but Knives took it another way. His smile stretched into a smirk.
"You were right, back on the ship; they're a violent race."
Vash glared. "No they're not, Knives. You can't blame them all for what a few did."
"But you can plainly see they're no different from those few, brother!"
"You tried to kill them all! How can you call them violent, after what you did?"
"How can you call them peaceful, after what they did to Tessla?"
"You're a hypocrite, Knives."
"And you're a naïve fool."