It requires knowing it won't happen again, for Knives. Otherwise he's just enabling someone or something that is going to keep hurting him. Nobody else will protect him, so he has to protect himself.
"I don't expect so either, but I won't eliminate the possibility." Legato was a peculiar being even for a human, and singularly focused on what he believed. Altering it, even at Knives' request, would surely be a challenge. Especially given Knives has moved on, as has the world. He didn't remember anything about a steamer, which meant it wasn't ever particularly important, but if Legato's already been encountered then he was sure to turn up again. "If he brought you that far, fought by your side, probably fought with you and all those other things friends do, do you really think he'll consider the matter over even if everyone WAS dead?" He glances back over his shoulder, one black eyebrow raised. "Surely you have a better sense for his temperament by now than I do, I'm decades out of date."
That Knives might have more faith in Wolfwood than Vash himself does strikes him as both terrible and ironic, and laughing is probably a bad idea so he strangles it down. "July should be rubble, but if the flash I saw is a sign it's less a debris field and more a hole. Isn't that interesting?" And he shouldn't talk about the loss of tens of thousands of people like it's a diverting interesting thing to puzzle over instead of some terrible tragedy, but he can't see it as a tragedy even now. "But besides that. Don't give up so quickly on your human. He's more tenacious than that. And so are you. I always felt it was a good idea to fight for the things that really matter. If he really matters..." Then fight for that friendship, clearly. It's Vash's decision, it always was, but oftentimes his brother needed a push to get moving.
He does certainly remember cutting off Vash's arm, but it wasn't because of that. It's a good thing he's facing the other direction, because it makes it a lot harder to see how puzzled that makes him before he buries it. Well, perhaps Vash has decided what happened wasn't what happened and merely invented one that sounded better. That his power included localized black holes, given Knives knew damn well what those little horrid bullets did, made perfect sense. But what a bizarre juxtaposition, combining that with being dismembered.
"If it makes you feel any better the first time I tried to use my own power I put a blade right through my leg and pinned myself to a swivel chair for two days." Something he would not admit to, in another situation. There was this .. ongoing oppressive gloom that shrouded Vash. Perhaps he could pierce it, a little. Nobody was perfect.
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"I don't expect so either, but I won't eliminate the possibility." Legato was a peculiar being even for a human, and singularly focused on what he believed. Altering it, even at Knives' request, would surely be a challenge. Especially given Knives has moved on, as has the world. He didn't remember anything about a steamer, which meant it wasn't ever particularly important, but if Legato's already been encountered then he was sure to turn up again. "If he brought you that far, fought by your side, probably fought with you and all those other things friends do, do you really think he'll consider the matter over even if everyone WAS dead?" He glances back over his shoulder, one black eyebrow raised. "Surely you have a better sense for his temperament by now than I do, I'm decades out of date."
That Knives might have more faith in Wolfwood than Vash himself does strikes him as both terrible and ironic, and laughing is probably a bad idea so he strangles it down. "July should be rubble, but if the flash I saw is a sign it's less a debris field and more a hole. Isn't that interesting?" And he shouldn't talk about the loss of tens of thousands of people like it's a diverting interesting thing to puzzle over instead of some terrible tragedy, but he can't see it as a tragedy even now. "But besides that. Don't give up so quickly on your human. He's more tenacious than that. And so are you. I always felt it was a good idea to fight for the things that really matter. If he really matters..." Then fight for that friendship, clearly. It's Vash's decision, it always was, but oftentimes his brother needed a push to get moving.
He does certainly remember cutting off Vash's arm, but it wasn't because of that. It's a good thing he's facing the other direction, because it makes it a lot harder to see how puzzled that makes him before he buries it. Well, perhaps Vash has decided what happened wasn't what happened and merely invented one that sounded better. That his power included localized black holes, given Knives knew damn well what those little horrid bullets did, made perfect sense. But what a bizarre juxtaposition, combining that with being dismembered.
"If it makes you feel any better the first time I tried to use my own power I put a blade right through my leg and pinned myself to a swivel chair for two days." Something he would not admit to, in another situation. There was this .. ongoing oppressive gloom that shrouded Vash. Perhaps he could pierce it, a little. Nobody was perfect.