| 🗡️ | The sharing of emotions was not something Knives was used to—having cut it off from himself as best as he was able at a young age. Hating the way humans’ emotions played on his mind. Zer0 he could not block out, not like the humans. It was close enough in feeling to his siblings that he …. Didn’t mind it much, however. But it made him feel vulnerable, and Zer0 would pick up on that if he wasn’t careful.
The sadness and Zer0’s words gave him a pang of longing in sympathy for Zer0’s missing having that emotional connection with others. After having had his own power torn from him, and losing the voices of his sisters that had always been there, he understood TOO well how that felt…. And He had only lost that for a few days…
“Something nicer….” He tried to hold in the bitterness in response to that, self-loathing and the reminder of things he does or does not deserve played on his mind in a flash but the emotional ‘bleh’ that was Zer0’s reaction to Legato’s blind and sometimes sickening devotion pushed it aside for a moment, and Knives fought down a laugh.
“I find I like you. I would not have stuck around, if I despised you.”
Those words, as simple as they were, unmoored him from reality for a moment. Who did they think HE was, that they thought him worthy of ‘liking’? True that things had been…. Changing… But many people still made it clear he was unforgivable for the things he’s done. It made him wonder, once more, who he was, and who was he becoming, now that he had experienced this grand disillusionment?
“I’m not sure I know how to respond to such sentiments properly, I’m afraid,” he muttered, looking away, and feeling far too vulnerable to the assassin’s ability to feel his uncertainty. He had never been good at controlling his own outflow of emotion. It never mattered before. Perhaps that was an oversight, but not one that he could fix now.