[ Despite the fact that Vash's touch is gentle and feather-light, Knives jerks back when his fingers brush over the bruises. It's not only because they're tender to the touch now, but also because he's aware of what a vulnerable area it is now. How if Wolfwood had squeezed just slightly harder for slightly longer, he might have lost his life.
And in this world, he can't be certain he would respawn.
As someone who has never truly had to stare his own mortality in the face while fearing it all the same, there's far too much to mentally process. He wants nothing more than to order Vash to leave him alone, but then he's gone as quickly as he came, to retrieve some ice.
When Vash returns, Knives stares at the packet of frozen vegetables wrapped up in a cloth. He seems to remember some other moment like this, when he'd sprained an ankle or suffered a bruise, and his brother had come to him in this exact manner. The strange overlap unsettles him.
With a protesting grunt, he pushes himself to sit up on the bed and then reaches out to take the bundle from Vash. ]
Why are you so concerned, Vash? [ His voice is hoarse and strained from the pressure on his windpipe that has yet to heal. He knows why Vash is fussing, or at least he can guess. He wants to hear it anyway. ]
you get it
And in this world, he can't be certain he would respawn.
As someone who has never truly had to stare his own mortality in the face while fearing it all the same, there's far too much to mentally process. He wants nothing more than to order Vash to leave him alone, but then he's gone as quickly as he came, to retrieve some ice.
When Vash returns, Knives stares at the packet of frozen vegetables wrapped up in a cloth. He seems to remember some other moment like this, when he'd sprained an ankle or suffered a bruise, and his brother had come to him in this exact manner. The strange overlap unsettles him.
With a protesting grunt, he pushes himself to sit up on the bed and then reaches out to take the bundle from Vash. ]
Why are you so concerned, Vash? [ His voice is hoarse and strained from the pressure on his windpipe that has yet to heal. He knows why Vash is fussing, or at least he can guess. He wants to hear it anyway. ]