[He wanted to pop off about the attitude he kept giving, about how he continued to refuse to believe what was being told to him from his own literal ghost, but instead, he chose to stop before the words came out of his mouth. To just listen. He was good at listening, these days, even if this whole encounter had brought out some of his older, more irritable eccentricities.
So. Sandsteamer, Livio shooting himself in the head, Vash being there when it happened. No, those things certainly hadn't happened in any of his own memories. But while he still refused to believe that Livio could be done in by something as simple as a gunshot to the head - he had literally smashed his entire face in himself, and watched from the in-between as Elendira tore him to shreds, and still he continued to get up over and over again - perhaps there was truth in what the other him had seen, too. They were obviously different, not egregiously so, but the differences were still there, and the more he talked to him, the more it sank in that it wasn't just himself that he was seeing.
He gave a small sigh, watching him as he could see the small signs of anxiety ripple through him. He could hazard a few guesses as to what had him so concerned.]
Look, say I accept that what you say is true, that you watched him put a bullet in his own brain and fall off of a sandsteamer. Did you see his corpse? Did you bury him? And I'm not just bein' a dick here. I saw Livio go through things a lot more severe than just a gunshot to the head an' bounce back up like it was nothin'. He's strong. It takes 'im a bit t'get there, but he's resilient. Just don't be surprised one day, when he's standin' between you an' Chapel, alive an'...maybe not well, not then. But it's gonna be the first step to it. Don't give up on 'im. It...it'll pay off in the end.
[Even if it's the last thing they do for each other. Even if Livio carries the guilt of that fact for the rest of his life. He couldn't be more proud of his little brother, at the man he became after everything he went through. He was a better man than Nicholas had ever been, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.]
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So. Sandsteamer, Livio shooting himself in the head, Vash being there when it happened. No, those things certainly hadn't happened in any of his own memories. But while he still refused to believe that Livio could be done in by something as simple as a gunshot to the head - he had literally smashed his entire face in himself, and watched from the in-between as Elendira tore him to shreds, and still he continued to get up over and over again - perhaps there was truth in what the other him had seen, too. They were obviously different, not egregiously so, but the differences were still there, and the more he talked to him, the more it sank in that it wasn't just himself that he was seeing.
He gave a small sigh, watching him as he could see the small signs of anxiety ripple through him. He could hazard a few guesses as to what had him so concerned.]
Look, say I accept that what you say is true, that you watched him put a bullet in his own brain and fall off of a sandsteamer. Did you see his corpse? Did you bury him? And I'm not just bein' a dick here. I saw Livio go through things a lot more severe than just a gunshot to the head an' bounce back up like it was nothin'. He's strong. It takes 'im a bit t'get there, but he's resilient. Just don't be surprised one day, when he's standin' between you an' Chapel, alive an'...maybe not well, not then. But it's gonna be the first step to it. Don't give up on 'im.
It...it'll pay off in the end.
[Even if it's the last thing they do for each other. Even if Livio carries the guilt of that fact for the rest of his life. He couldn't be more proud of his little brother, at the man he became after everything he went through. He was a better man than Nicholas had ever been, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.]