[Knvies hadn't budged from his spot against the wall, even as this man was speaking to him.
He only came forward to read over the materials. He takes the file and tucks it under his arm, clearly not planning on giving it back.
At the talk about Vash 'knowing his place,' one of Knives's arms moves in a way that is clearly not natural. It morphs and bends just a little before snapping back into place.
He hates this. He hates that his body is so weak he can't even form a blade. He can't simply stab this man through the head and watch his blood drip down the wall behind him.]
Yes. [He says, his voice hard and unforgiving.
In truth, he's never been able to get his brother to do what he wants, but he'll be damned if he shares any of that with this piece of trash in front of him.]
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He only came forward to read over the materials. He takes the file and tucks it under his arm, clearly not planning on giving it back.
At the talk about Vash 'knowing his place,' one of Knives's arms moves in a way that is clearly not natural. It morphs and bends just a little before snapping back into place.
He hates this. He hates that his body is so weak he can't even form a blade. He can't simply stab this man through the head and watch his blood drip down the wall behind him.]
Yes. [He says, his voice hard and unforgiving.
In truth, he's never been able to get his brother to do what he wants, but he'll be damned if he shares any of that with this piece of trash in front of him.]