[Knives sighs, because there's a part of him that just wants to make a comment about how much humans use each other. This show of wealth is contrasted so starkly with poverty and abuse. But he doesn't.
Instead, he looks through the living room and checks out the bedroom. Then finds some clothes to change into.]
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Instead, he looks through the living room and checks out the bedroom. Then finds some clothes to change into.]
These were mine. From home.
How is that possible?