Assassinated

You know what? They’re just going to take hold of the back of his jacket and tug him in a not-Jack direction.

“Not doing this. Nope. Nu uh. Let us go find Vash.”

They will absolutely dump Nico in Vash’s lap and they can awkwardly flirt.

Squawks as he’s dragged away.

“Stop flirting with Jack. Please for the love of god stop, just shoot him instead.”

"Not doing this. Nope. Nu uh. Let us go find Vash."

“And you think this helps?” Zer0 growls, low and angry. “You think blaming him is right? Did you feel better?”

“Cannot stand yourself, so you take it out on him. Do you feel better?”

“I’m blamin’ him ‘cuz it’s HIS FAULT! If he’d jus’ kept his fuckin’ head down, Vash wouldn’t of had to try an’ bail him out! He wouldn’t of gotten ripped apart! Livio AN’ him wouldn’t of left!” That anger had been simmering since his confrontation with the little undertaker, and he could feel it boiling over again.

"Vash is a moron, he brought all that on himself. You know that damn well. Angry at yourself, for not having been right there. None of that was him." They sigh, unable to keep all the anger going when everyone around them were all hurting so much.

“Like you did?” Don’t think Zer0 doesn’t know how you think, Nick.

“He has not done half, the things that you did to Vash. How long was he trapped?” Cruel. Cruel and hurtful and correct. “You did all that too. You are just blaming the boy, for the man’s mistakes.”

“Exactly like I did.” It was already on his mind, Zer0. You know him well. “He ain’t done them YET, but the little monster’s already ahead of schedule, an’ behind in development. I wasn’t as bad as him since I was thirteen, I KNOW what he’s like, an’ it’s DANGEROUS!”

| 🗡️ | The sharing of emotions was not something Knives was used to—having cut it off from himself as best as he was able at a young age. Hating the way humans’ emotions played on his mind. Zer0 he could not block out, not like the humans. It was close enough in feeling to his siblings that he …. Didn’t mind it much, however. But it made him feel vulnerable, and Zer0 would pick up on that if he wasn’t careful.

The sadness and Zer0’s words gave him a pang of longing in sympathy for Zer0’s missing having that emotional connection with others. After having had his own power torn from him, and losing the voices of his sisters that had always been there, he understood TOO well how that felt…. And He had only lost that for a few days…

“Something nicer….” He tried to hold in the bitterness in response to that, self-loathing and the reminder of things he does or does not deserve played on his mind in a flash but the emotional ‘bleh’ that was Zer0’s reaction to Legato’s blind and sometimes sickening devotion pushed it aside for a moment, and Knives fought down a laugh.

“I find I like you. I would not have stuck around, if I despised you.”

Those words, as simple as they were, unmoored him from reality for a moment. Who did they think HE was, that they thought him worthy of ‘liking’? True that things had been…. Changing… But many people still made it clear he was unforgivable for the things he’s done. It made him wonder, once more, who he was, and who was he becoming, now that he had experienced this grand disillusionment?

"I think that you do, you have just forgotten how. Maybe this will help." The assassin sets aside their knife and sharpening stone, standing and stretching for a moment. Maybe what Knives needed was not to spend so much time lost in his own head and instead he needed a distraction.

He'd never given an indication of disagreeing with their original statement after all.

Zer0 doesn't give him a chance to make any move or retreat into himself or anything else like that, just strides over to his big louging chair and swings a leg over to settle straddling Knives' lap. Now they're all coy amusement and confidence, humor and challenge as they plant their hands on either side of his head and lean in with a purr rumbling deep in their chest.

"Stop thinking so much. Sure a response will arrive, if you relax some." Could they get stabbed for this? Absolutely. Did they think he would? Probably not. It would hurt him just as much if not more then them anyway.

Would you fuck the Knife? || Accepting at your own risk

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| 🗡️ | Just a little surprised, though possibly, he shouldn’t be.

"I would not lie here," they hum. "You would catch me far too quick. Terrible liar." They sit up to regard him from behind the helmet, an odd mix of fondness and sadness replacing the amusement they were projecting. "But you can hear me, and I can hear you right back. I miss that dearly. And then besides that, you deserve something nicer. Something less fawning." There's a flicker of a picture; blue hair and white coat and ugh to go along with it.