[Knives is in the shower for a while. He cleans pretty thoroughly, but it is also a place for him to clear his head and try to process what he's experienced so far.
All of this had happened just in one day. His emotions keep violently swinging back and forth. He feels like he's on a teeter-totter that keeps flinging him between wanting to hug his brother or smack him.
There's still his hate burning deep inside of him, but the thought of acting on it fully exhausts him. He wants to cease to be again, and yet he can't quite bring himself to do anything about it.
Everything in his head feels like it's swarming. He lacks the sense of purpose he has had for the last one hundred and fifty years.
When he finally does get out of the bathroom, he's trying his black hair with a towel when he crosses into the living room to see what Vash is doing.
He doesn't seem to think it's weird to walk around mostly naked as he recovers from the heat of the water.]
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All of this had happened just in one day. His emotions keep violently swinging back and forth. He feels like he's on a teeter-totter that keeps flinging him between wanting to hug his brother or smack him.
There's still his hate burning deep inside of him, but the thought of acting on it fully exhausts him. He wants to cease to be again, and yet he can't quite bring himself to do anything about it.
Everything in his head feels like it's swarming. He lacks the sense of purpose he has had for the last one hundred and fifty years.
When he finally does get out of the bathroom, he's trying his black hair with a towel when he crosses into the living room to see what Vash is doing.
He doesn't seem to think it's weird to walk around mostly naked as he recovers from the heat of the water.]