It goes with that other drabble. This was fun to write, although it's hard to get into Knives' head on a day where human interaction has been pleasant.
Female Insurance Pawns,
I’ve never known you, nor shall I ever. Still, as dearest brother's companions for such extended time I thought it appropriate to address you directly. Do not think you are special. You’re both pathetic spiders without purpose, spoiling any purity left in this universe. You parasites have no right to survive. The vermin shall waste away while brother and I are worshiped for eternity. The humans need our kin to survive, we need no one. You despicable lower organisms will fade into the sands of time and even Vash will cease to care.
- Disdainfully,
Millions Knives