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DUONET ID: XxMillionsKnivesxX

"You know what to do."

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[ When the Punisher jerks away from the blade, freeing himself from being further skewered on it, some of his blood splatters against Knives' face, streaking over his cheek. He doesn't flinch at that, but there's still that hindbrain-induced panic running through his veins. Fear such as this has sat trapped somewhere in his ribcage ever since that fateful day when he and Vash had found their sister; the one they were never allowed to meet, the one they were never supposed to meet if that woman and the other humans would have had their way.

And if they hadn't made that discovery, Knives is almost positive that Vash would have ended up just the same as her. His brother is too soft, too desperate for their approval, his body torn up by them even after Knives did his best to wipe them out. Without Knives' distrust of humans to protect him to some degree, it would have all been so much worse. Could still be.

Knives' eyes track Wolfwood as he stumbles away from him and toward the door, the fear supplanted with anger as he hoarsely wheezes out words. The skin at his throat is notably red, and soon enough it will be covered in mottled dark bruises. ]

I will find a way to return to No Man's Land, and when I do, rest assured that your precious orphanage—

[ The door slams. Knives makes to stand from the couch, but the moment that he does blood rushes to his head and he realizes that he is still so weak. So exhausted, his body pushed to the brink in more ways than one. He barely even has the power to chase Wolfwood down the hall.

He sinks back down onto the couch and buries his face in his hands as he draws in long, shuddering breaths. ]