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The moment Knives vanished, Vash felt it. He awoke, gasping. Something was missing, closer than his breath, more necessary than a rib. What had he lost? Why did he feel so empty?
Could Knives feel it, too? Why couldn't Vash sense his brother's presence, his pain, his despair? Nothing but a sense that Knives had been here, like the scent fading from a dead person's pillow.
His wails brought the boy running to check on him, looking uncomfortable. Vash was sorry for disturbing him. Why did he look down like he was hiding something?
Then Vash knew: Knives was gone.