Knife was just sitting behind a tree, not engaged into any conversation. He begins thinking about how of a jerk he was to others, but meh. He doesn't really care, it's not an overthinking thing for Knife to do.

Knife sighed, as he stares at the ground. He doesn't really want a friend at this point, despite the fact self-labeling himself a jerk.

“.. This is just great...” He groans.