"Sure you aren't..." Knife mutters and the two (or rather three, seeing as Woon's asleep in the back) drive in silence of a while. "You know Salt, I stopped trying trying to understand Sister about the time she possesed me and my sister and took our bodies on a fucking joyride of death around The Mall." Knife shakes his head, then continues. "But honestly, you wanna salvage something from the train wreak of your relationship? Just relax. I mean serously, next time you talk to her just chill the fuck out. I know that's hard when talking to a psychotic chainsaw wielding ex-ghost, but still, just take a couple of shill pills."