It took everything in him not to physically react to the fact that Vash was worried about Knives, of all people, after what he'd just been through. Even if he knew the way Vash was, knew that he would still care about his brother even after he'd committed even more heinous atrocities than had just happened, even after he'd sent assassins to make his life a living Hell, it was almost unbelievable that he was worried about him right now.
And though he hadn't seen all of what had occurred out here, in the flood of memories that had been shunted unexpectedly into his brain, he didn't need to to know that Knives had come away from the event well enough on his own.
"Your brother is fine, Kiddo. Trust me, you're the one more hurt than he is right now." He was quiet again, wondering how wise it was to tell him he hadn't sent them out here. If he thought they were sent by Knives, taking that away meant they were strangers. How would he react, finding out they weren't friends of that abusive little shit?
And would it make it easier or harder for him to handle, finding out they'd lied to him later on?
Honestly, at this point, the lies-by-omission were already beginning to pile up, and those were bad enough as it was. He knew that eventually, those were going to end up being a hefty ticket to have to cash out, and adding more to the pile was just going to make it worse.
So, making up his mind, he cast another glance out at Blondie and the girl, sighed and turned to look at the kid before guiding him so he could sit on the bike and wouldn't fall over if his strength gave out, because Wolfwood needed to be able to look him in the eyes for this and know that he was paying attention.
"Look..." He pulled the driving goggles off of his eyes and pushed them up on top of his head so that he could make full eye contact. "I need you to listen, alright? This isn't gonna make a lot of sense, and Blondie would probably be able to make it easier for you to believe, 'cause he can do things I can't, but...we weren't sent by your brother. He's alive, he's fine, wherever he got to, but we're not with him.
Somethin' weird is happenin', we aren't sure what, but people are coming in from weird times and places when they shouldn't be. You're not gonna remember it, but you an' me know each other, where I'm from. We were on our way to meet the you we know when we found this place by accident, and we couldn't just leave you out here when we realized what we'd stumbled into.
Your brother is safe, and you don't know us from Adam, but I promise, you're safe with us, we just wanna look out for you, alright? The you I know is the best friend I ever had, and I don't plan on lettin' anything bad happen to you. I was gonna have Blondie over there explain all of it. He's a Plant, too, he'll know better how to make it make sense, but I know keepin' the truth from you too much longer would just make it worse. But I'll answer any questions you got, alright? I'm an open book."
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And though he hadn't seen all of what had occurred out here, in the flood of memories that had been shunted unexpectedly into his brain, he didn't need to to know that Knives had come away from the event well enough on his own.
"Your brother is fine, Kiddo. Trust me, you're the one more hurt than he is right now." He was quiet again, wondering how wise it was to tell him he hadn't sent them out here. If he thought they were sent by Knives, taking that away meant they were strangers. How would he react, finding out they weren't friends of that abusive little shit?
And would it make it easier or harder for him to handle, finding out they'd lied to him later on?
Honestly, at this point, the lies-by-omission were already beginning to pile up, and those were bad enough as it was. He knew that eventually, those were going to end up being a hefty ticket to have to cash out, and adding more to the pile was just going to make it worse.
So, making up his mind, he cast another glance out at Blondie and the girl, sighed and turned to look at the kid before guiding him so he could sit on the bike and wouldn't fall over if his strength gave out, because Wolfwood needed to be able to look him in the eyes for this and know that he was paying attention.
"Look..." He pulled the driving goggles off of his eyes and pushed them up on top of his head so that he could make full eye contact. "I need you to listen, alright? This isn't gonna make a lot of sense, and Blondie would probably be able to make it easier for you to believe, 'cause he can do things I can't, but...we weren't sent by your brother. He's alive, he's fine, wherever he got to, but we're not with him.
Somethin' weird is happenin', we aren't sure what, but people are coming in from weird times and places when they shouldn't be. You're not gonna remember it, but you an' me know each other, where I'm from. We were on our way to meet the you we know when we found this place by accident, and we couldn't just leave you out here when we realized what we'd stumbled into.
Your brother is safe, and you don't know us from Adam, but I promise, you're safe with us, we just wanna look out for you, alright? The you I know is the best friend I ever had, and I don't plan on lettin' anything bad happen to you. I was gonna have Blondie over there explain all of it. He's a Plant, too, he'll know better how to make it make sense, but I know keepin' the truth from you too much longer would just make it worse. But I'll answer any questions you got, alright? I'm an open book."