This was amazing.

Even though Knives was the center of the action, one could tell he was completely detached, as if existing on an entirely different plane, unreachable by normal humans.

The tone, logic, rational and filled with disgust was perfect. This little one shot really impressed me beyond words. I would have loved to see an entire story from his perspective.

The end was spot on. Knives believing that he would be the one to save his brother. In a way, his predictions are correct. There was love and compassion there.

That was the real Knives.

Hahaha, I love how cynical Knives is. What he says often seems to make sense, since bad things happen quite a bit more than good things do. The same can be said for people.

The story itself was amusing to read. Those women were lucky to escape in one peice.

"The females already had a large collection of former male spiders, carcasses displayed in the attic of this address, the exoskeletons still brittle and empty."

This is a good example of you catching Knives nature and views of humans. Also very comical. Good work once again.

Lovely.

The comparison to arachnids was inexplicably clever.

Very enjoyable, and, as one other reader put it, very poetic. I like the expansion of the spider metaphor, and the details; great work. Aside from a pair of typos ("women" in place of "woman" when Meryl's first walked into the cafe, and "hallow" for "hollow"), there's absolutely nothing wrong with this; great characterization all around, nice dialogue/inner monologue, and just great use of language in all. Great work, here!

Take care,

~September's Nobara.

Very poetic and captivating. Extremely impressive job.

Anmah

Very cool! Smooth and very in-character :D I'm interested in reading the rest of your works!

Very nice.

Knives' thoughts, added with a dash of VashxMeryl and finished off with a pinch of brotherly emotion.

Wonderful

Such a great character study of Knives. Dead-on. Normally, first-persons really irk me, but this was so convincing. I love your vocabulary choices in portraying him. There were a couple of parts I thought were just perfect, and so well written: "I remained silent, watching the humans move closer on the surface of his eye. Now their pale skin had a tint of sea-green and their legs looked elongated in proportion to their body." and: "The voice was saccharine, exaggerated like its owner." and: "I said nothing, sitting serenely still while my brother shifted uneasily in his seat. He wore that expression, that sentimental dramatic life-threatening expression that said danger, run." So, so good. I also loved your hallowed exoskeleton metaphor.

Ooh, I like the comparisons of women and spiders, LOL, even though I am of the previously mentioned species. (Girls...not spiders.) I guess the title comes from Black Widows, right? Hehe...it's so weird that they eat their lovers. Of course...praying mantises rip the heads off of their husbands. How rude.

I especially enjoyed Vash's reaction to it all. Poor Vash; he's gotta be cringing every time anyone even looks at Knives. I have to admit, I cringed a bit, too. I like how everything didn't turn out quite how I expected it to. I liked the itsy bitsy hint of VxM and Knives' thoughts on his and Vash's immortality. It was sweet how he was thinking he'd be there to pick up after death stole another person from his brother.

So sad and yet sweet.

Great work!

-Alaena

That was very good .

It seems as though Knives is taking his "Humans Spiders" theory VERY seriously in this fic, which was interesting.

Me likey :D