[ Wolfwood calling his actual name makes the wide blue eyes snap up at him immediately, and the words take a moment to sink in before he swallows and nods, catching the gun. Then he looks down. ]

He's your brother, it's okay to love him. You did not fail, he failed you.

I'm sorry for all that you were through, and all that will happen yet. But rest, now.

[ His hit on the temple is aimed perfectly and with enough strength to do the job. Then the gun gets holstered and his fingers go back to soothing even though it matters less now, trying to heal as much as he can, shoulders sagged. That scream keeps echoing in his mind, over and over again. He can hear what Wolfwood is asking, but for a moment any words are little more than static around that scream. ]