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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[ 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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Did you know Hooters has ice cream covered with edible gold?
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On the other hand... Now I want to have some so bad.
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[ but she'll start movin', expecting vash to just start following i suppose. ]
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Frozen yogurt is also pretty different, so it hits a different spot. Not the same as ice cream, though.
[ with gold ]
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