He winces a bit at that description, unable but to wonder if that's how Vanya felt about it as well. Whatever solution they might have found though, it's in another world though. Unless he just hasn't found his siblings here. Yet. Maybe this is part of his brother's plan. He has no idea, but maybe this is part of it.

"Trust me. If you know how to use a knife, you don't need a gun," he says, having dealt with that on more occasions than he wants to count. "Even against a gun, no matter how much it amuses people to make jokes about it," he admits. "How's your aim?"

He asks, holding out the knives he's been toying with to the other man. "No time like the present."