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[chlorokyll]

DUONET ID: XxMillionsKnivesxX

"You know what to do."

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[chlorokyll]

It's a waste of time.

[ That's the answer that falls out of Knives' mouth without him giving it much thought, because it's the truth. Having to dedicate an entire third of one's day to simply being unconscious is so inefficient, and he resents having to adhere to such rules now.

He heaves out a sigh and shuts the book. Perhaps he would be better off just finding himself something to eat. It should grant him the energy needed to stay awake for a few more hours, at least. ]

This place has weakened me. I never had these limitations before.

[ Hence why he's being stubborn, it seems... ]

[verselet]

Sleeping? A limitation?

[Well, perhaps it makes sense. Their powers are not what they should be; even V, who is literally half the man he's supposed to be, has had his abilities weakened. Taken away. Two of his familiars, utterly inaccessible.]

Perhaps I don't know the details of what you should be able to do, but some advice: if sleep calls to you, don't deny it.

[Like he's trying to do now.]

You'll find yourself even more useless without it.

[chlorokyll]

[ It's not as if the advice is wrong. Knives understands on a theoretical level that beings like humans require sleep and that they will become weaker and weaker without it, much like with food, but he's chafing against the fact that he is now subject to these rules and requirements himself.

He stares at V for a solid five seconds as he lets the words sink in. Everything feels delayed right now, his mind sluggish as it struggles to keep up.

After a long pause, he heaves out a sigh and stands up yet again, the book abandoned — yet he grabs for the knife. Not to brandish it at V this time, thankfully. ]

I am going to find myself some food. That should grant me back some energy.

[ And with that he slinks past V, off toward the banquet hall. Not even bothering with a farewell, it seems. ]