Knives woke up abruptly in a cold sweat, his chest rising and falling from the nightmares that mercilessly reminded him of the past. In his memories, the tragic fate of his older sister, Tesla, surfaced, as she had been used by people in ruthless experiments that ultimately led to her untimely death.

Panting, he rushed to his beloved beautiful plant, the last remnant of the old world. Within him, fear for the well-being of this beloved creature and the determination to shield it from any harmful consequences intertwined.

Upon entering the room, he beheld you sleeping peacefully. A gentle smile graced his lips, and he approached closer, softly stroking your cheek. "I am prepared to go to any length to safeguard you," his voice resonated deep and serious as he drew your body close to his, his lips finding solace on your neck, his breath becoming heavy. "They are despicable... I will never allow them to harm you," he growled with an almost animalistic fervor. Gently, he enveloped you with his vegetal tentacles, as if shielding you from the world at large.

He stands ready to sacrifice his life in pursuit of those who could harm you and dare to lay their impure hands upon you. His love and regard for you are so great that he would not permit such a thing to occur.