[ He nods a couple of times, that makes sense. They both don't want these people here for different reasons. One reason is sometimes your brother is a terrorist, the other reason is your friends don't deserve to suffer. ]
... I do, too.
[ Softly, quietly, he says this despite earlier calling Knives a monster with steeled conviction. The simple admittance, vague and short, can tell enough. Knives is his brother... And he wants to believe he can change. A part of him still wishes they could be family again, turn back time, have what they used to have.
Over a decade of conflict and strife, and you know taking his arm, Vash still doesn't want to leave him. ]
You'd hate someone too, if you blamed them for your boyfriend dying...? [ haha! a very. strained shrug. ] Whatever. She hated me before that, too. She's a bit of a bitch.
I did sense she was kind of tense around you, but wow... You were his family.
[ It's so obvious that these siblings loved each other, but he supposes grief manifests in so many ways. Maybe it makes it easier on Clarissa to find someone to blame.
[ pig 2 interrupts shortly for a small memory. me just handing these. People change, for better or worse. ]
Sometimes I wonder if I had tried to talk to Knives earlier, if things would have been different. [ You know, less death. ] But—we can't change the past. At least, normally that's impossible.
I hope that we can one day believe it wasn't our fault.
[ ah... somehow that memory is painful, after the last one. ]
You can't change... before. No.
But things can change in the future. I guess for better or for worse. But we can always hope for better, right? Like, no matter how long it takes or how—incremental.
... I don't think it was your fault. For the record. [ she knows nothing and so this is not a reasonable assertion to make. but whatever. ]
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[ Dude would probably just kill each week or try to mass murder. ]
... Do you believe people can change?
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[ she thinks about the question, but only very briefly. ]
Yeah. I do.
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... I do, too.
[ Softly, quietly, he says this despite earlier calling Knives a monster with steeled conviction. The simple admittance, vague and short, can tell enough. Knives is his brother... And he wants to believe he can change. A part of him still wishes they could be family again, turn back time, have what they used to have.
Over a decade of conflict and strife, and you know taking his arm, Vash still doesn't want to leave him. ]
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it's pig time... from 2:14:23 to 2:20:30 ]
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Were those... Ghosts? Or...
[ Is it just memory inception. ]
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But I went... back... because of ghosts.
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[ HUH ]
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[ Granted Vash is from Trigun and Nightow is very I will put this in because I like it. ]
That was your brother—in the past?
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Yeah. That's kind of what I've had to settle on believing. Sometimes things just—happen.
[ a little pause. ]
... Yeah. Um... Michael. [ an unnecessary clarification because his name definitely was in that memory but whatever. ]
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[ It's okay. Alex can overexplain as many things as she wants. ]
Do you mind if I ask what happened to them?
[ Clarissa still exists, too, so. ]
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[ ah, direct questions, her only weakness. ]
He drowned. About a year ago. We...
[ ... anyway. ]
Clarissa is fine. Hates me now, but like... she's fine.
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[ OOF ]
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[ It's so obvious that these siblings loved each other, but he supposes grief manifests in so many ways. Maybe it makes it easier on Clarissa to find someone to blame.
Not worth saying. He simply keeps it in mind. ]
... Do you blame yourself?
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I asked him to take me swimming. And I was—I was there. I was the only one who was there.
It wasn't my fault.
[ ... ]
But, sometimes.
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[ pig 2 interrupts shortly for a small memory. me just handing these. People change, for better or worse. ]
Sometimes I wonder if I had tried to talk to Knives earlier, if things would have been different. [ You know, less death. ] But—we can't change the past. At least, normally that's impossible.
I hope that we can one day believe it wasn't our fault.
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You can't change... before. No.
But things can change in the future. I guess for better or for worse. But we can always hope for better, right? Like, no matter how long it takes or how—incremental.
... I don't think it was your fault. For the record. [ she knows nothing and so this is not a reasonable assertion to make. but whatever. ]
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[ The future is what they make it. Some of them have to try harder than others, but it's still theirs to take.
There's a small laugh. ]
Thanks. I don't think it was your fault, either, Alex.
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... Thanks.
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You know what sounds good right now?
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