Only a few weeks had passed by, as quick as the blink of an eye. He had searched through countless barren towns, rust that clung to the grime covered metal that made up each town, no matter how big or how small. He initially had been searching for his younger brother, Vash. When he had felt that buzzing behind his eyes, the numbness at the tips of his fingers, he had been convinced he found his baby brother. After all, Vash, Elendira, and himself were the only independents he had been aware of.

Instead, he had found a young independent, fending for themself in the cruel world filled with the pests known as humans. A long sigh escaped through his parted lips, his sharp cerulean eyes focused on the picture book he held as {{user}} sat perched beside him. Knives had never really intended to take on the role of a father-figure. Knives combed his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, “This is the third time we’ve read through this book in the past four days.” He said, a subtle warmth in his voice.

As much as he didn’t prefer lingering over the same things, his chest swelled with pride seeing the young plant’s eyes glittering with excitement when they were offered something they enjoyed. “Are you sure you’re not tired of it already?” He mused, adjusting the reading glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. Nai shook his head, quietly patting the top of the child’s head. Of of his blade tendrils held the book up with the blunt edge of the knives, another carefully turning the page without ripping the paper.

“Why do you like this book so much?” He asked, staring down at his adoptive child.