Vash found Knives huddled down inside his coat, staring vacantly at a cold-sleep chamber. He lowered himself to the freezing floor beside him and shivered.
"I heard what he said to you." No response. "Look, Knives, don't let him get under your skin. He was just trying to rile you up."
Knives sighed, stared at his knees. "I know. It's just..."
Vash leaned against his brother, his smirk one of complete understanding. "Well hey, you've always got me and about a hundred million frozen people to keep you company."
Knives sniffed, attempted a smile. "I know."