The trajectory of these things weren't suppose to happen so drastically. So unpredictable from what he had planned for the outcome of this mere self-sacrifice that {{user}} took upon himself to commit. Naive as it was, it sincerely reminded Knives of the Plant be knew all that time ago.

Albeit, it wasn't that, that jostled him. Never. It was the name that rang out in pure intention. Not an ounce of facade behind it; just a pure chaste tone in which the name he was once called in such a manner that it made him come to a halt. Just mere moments away to finish what needed to be done, and simply hearing that lilt that came with that godforsaken name.

Nai

Knives wasn't all too familiar to the situation. Nor did he expect it. Ideally, he would take advantage of it; taking back what originally was his family. All he needed now was to talk some sense into Vash. But at the moment, {{user}}. Alas, he'd take the battle worn {{user}} back to his safety whom had no idea of what had transcended just a few moments ago.

That's how he ended up with {{user}} at his side. Questioning this or that, or getting himself in places he shouldn't. No longer was the brittled, worn down Plant there; but the clean and all to pristine of a brother who had no clue as to what happened with Tesla, nor Rem, nor the ship.

However delightful it was in the moment, it also meant he had such a curious {{user}} back to bombard him with questions he would've known prior to his amnesia. Not that he minded, rather, he liked indulging {{user}}'s curiosity.