[ He panicked. Knives takes a moment to consider that Vash, when presented with the evidence out in the main suite room, had decided to seek him out first, for better or worse. Granted, the stab wound he inflicted on the Punisher would hardly be enough to slow him down for long, given his enhancements. Perhaps Vash had made that calculation too.
As Vash tightens his jaw and squares his shoulders to draw a line in the sand, Knives stares up at him with unreadable eyes and then huffs out a breath. He could explode at him with anger, because it is always about humans and Plants no matter how much Vash will insist otherwise, but he's still exhausted down to his bones, his cells. ]
... First of all, he's the one who started it. You can ask him yourself. [ Knives had said little more than a handful of words to Wolfwood, who had then quietly stalked over to wrap his hand around his throat. He must have realized that if he was going to make an attempt on his life, this would be the right moment. The instincts of a killer; in that way, it makes perfect sense.
With a frown, Knives shifts the ice pack to a different part of his throat. It's numbing the pain if nothing else, so he'll take it. ] You call him friend, but you two only ever met because I willed it. I bid him to bring you to me. You realize that, don't you?
[ Vash isn't stupid. He must realize. It's the fact that he'd call the Punisher friend, even after all that, which draws Knives' attention. He continues to stare up at him, eyes narrowed as if he's a snake readying a strike. ]
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As Vash tightens his jaw and squares his shoulders to draw a line in the sand, Knives stares up at him with unreadable eyes and then huffs out a breath. He could explode at him with anger, because it is always about humans and Plants no matter how much Vash will insist otherwise, but he's still exhausted down to his bones, his cells. ]
... First of all, he's the one who started it. You can ask him yourself. [ Knives had said little more than a handful of words to Wolfwood, who had then quietly stalked over to wrap his hand around his throat. He must have realized that if he was going to make an attempt on his life, this would be the right moment. The instincts of a killer; in that way, it makes perfect sense.
With a frown, Knives shifts the ice pack to a different part of his throat. It's numbing the pain if nothing else, so he'll take it. ] You call him friend, but you two only ever met because I willed it. I bid him to bring you to me. You realize that, don't you?
[ Vash isn't stupid. He must realize. It's the fact that he'd call the Punisher friend, even after all that, which draws Knives' attention. He continues to stare up at him, eyes narrowed as if he's a snake readying a strike. ]