"I'm not sure why you get so worked up seeing me like this," Knives remarks, his tone far lighter than it ought to be in lieu of his killing a man for neglecting to pay forward the debts he owed the family. He drags the back of his hand across his cheek, smearing crimson across his pale skin, his eyes glinting as they pin you with a half-lidded, irritated glare, "This is just business..."