[ A little of column A, a little of column B. But he's not going to admit to either, even if he does get asked. It's just a place to fish, that's it, that's all. Vash takes the neutral answer for what it is, his reply an equally neutram hum of agreement. He's no expert either, but he does like the quiet that comes with fishing. It always feels so serene. He's hoping his brother might find some kind of similar peace, maybe.

He subtly watches each place his brother plants his feet, almost like he's ready to jump and help if he sees reason to. It's a lot of downhill walking, at least for a little longer before they get to the plain and the beach to cross. ]

Yeah, I guess so. When in Rome, right? It's relatively peaceful here, most of the time.

[ He's grown quite fond of it, of the other Dreamers, and of many locals he's made friends with. ]

It's completely different from anything back home.