[If little by little Vash understood why control and knowledge was so important, then it was a small victory. It might not be the one he wanted most, but it was better than nothing by far.
Knives waits on the ground, for a time. As it seems Vash isn't about to fall out of the sky, which may be his own doing or the influence of the wind, Knives isn't sure - after a little while, Knives follows. He doesn't need a running start anymore.
He maintains a bit of distance, always carefully remaining below Vash's sudden ascent just in case. But he's not getting too close. If Vash has really finally let his own nature flex its atrophied muscles, then it's nothing Knives wants to interfere with. There was a joy to be found in flying! Little could compare to it.
Besides, staying lower let him watch for dark wings and strangers. Trouble could be anywhere, waiting to strike. Let Vash really enjoy himself for a little while.]
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Knives waits on the ground, for a time. As it seems Vash isn't about to fall out of the sky, which may be his own doing or the influence of the wind, Knives isn't sure - after a little while, Knives follows. He doesn't need a running start anymore.
He maintains a bit of distance, always carefully remaining below Vash's sudden ascent just in case. But he's not getting too close. If Vash has really finally let his own nature flex its atrophied muscles, then it's nothing Knives wants to interfere with. There was a joy to be found in flying! Little could compare to it.
Besides, staying lower let him watch for dark wings and strangers. Trouble could be anywhere, waiting to strike. Let Vash really enjoy himself for a little while.]