Ahhh, shit. He'd worried about this. You start moving things around, you start trying to talk, and people got squirrely. He watched him fall to his knees, and at first thought that the repetition of the name was simply him acknowledging what had been written.

But then he kept talking, dashed away the O K and spelled out D E A D, and while he wasn't technically wrong, he was off by a few years if he was still alive, and the fact that he thought Nicholas was Livio made him groan and roll his eyes so hard that his head tilted up towards the sky.

"Aaaaaah, chingao! This is why I don't interact!" Why...did he feel like he'd been saying that a lot today?

But fine. Fine. He'd already done the damage, he might as well rip the band-aid off. At least this way, maybe they could figure out why they were both here. He drew in a deep, unneeded breath, before focusing all of his energy on projecting his voice loud and clear.

"I'm not Livio! And Legato didn't shoot him in the head! Vash made sure of that! That wouldn't have killed him, anyway!"

That done, he harumphed, flopping back into the sand and crossing his arms to sulk for a few seconds before sighing and reaching back over, knocking the D E A D out of the sand as best he could (lots of small grains were more annoying than a single large rock) and then rewriting the O and the K.

He even added a little >:C next to it, for punctuation. He'd probably been spending too much time following Vash around, if he was doodling goofy little faces on his written messages, now.