Okay, something was very wrong. Knives had most certainly gone off the deep end, and while Shatterstar did not have to worry about being a human - the so called vermin - he did have to worry about the fact that this madness could go elsewhere. Outside this very warehouse. While the alien had absolutely no desire to reinvigorate their past conflict, he would put an end to this now. There wasn't any reason in the world that would stop him from that.

"You already know the answer to that question," Shatterstar replied, leaning one sword against his shoulder and tapping it there as he contemplated the outcomes of the scenario. Knives was still standing quite a ways away, but 'Star never lifted his gaze, not once. "I thought you were past...this."

The alien looked around the room one more time before approaching Knives. "You were past stooping to this; you could have killed me before and you did not. I have not seen this bloodthirst in your eyes, Knives, so you cannot act like this is..." he paused with a thoughtful frown, going over his words and making sure not to put emphasis on anything he knew would make the plant snap even more. "What changed?"