[Knives is silent for a time. He knows what Vash is likely to get up to, and weighs saying something about it. Cautioning Vash to not get smashed out of his mind ... would be ignored. Most anything he said would be ignored, if he were honest.

That's how it worked. How it had worked for so long.]

I intended to visit the beach tomorrow, and try my hand at a little fishing. If you would like to come, I can find another pole.