[ the dog's not so easy to chase off. he could fight back if needed to -- at even a fraction of his full strength, livio's certain he would lose to knives, but as he is now... he seems exhausted, almost weak ]
I ain't gonna kill ya. And I ain't gonna leave ya here to die, either. Sorry, m--- [ he catches himself from saying "master", just on instinct. ] mister Knives.
Vash gave me a chance when no one else would. [ "us", really, but he doesn't need to go into that. knives will know, anyway. if he even remembers the trip of death. or him ] And I ain't exactly like most my kind, anyway.
[ he's already dying faster than any normal human. and, well, he's got far too much blood on his hands to be anything but a monster ]
[annoying, if he had the energy to feel anything but the heaviness of a lifetime of choices made in vain. when he looked back, it was all he could see now. a paradise lost, but he'd been so close. it made his teeth ache and his chest tight in that way that reminded him of childhood.
knives says nothing, regarding livio with distant consideration until his attention drifts. no rest for the wicked, after all.
he turns to walk around livio's hulking frame, back into the suns' unforgiving heat.]
[ of course he doesn't answer. livio huffs a little sigh of mild annoyance. ]
I will.
[ do as he pleases, after all. he regards the other man, briefly considering tucking him under an arm.... or flipping him over his shoulder, but then again, knives seems perfectly capable of walking on his own. ]
[ so what he does do, is take knives's shoulder -- steers him towards where livio's going, to a distant hotel that would give them both shelter from the weather. it's barely visible to a normal person, but livio, as established, is anything but ]
[ his grip on knives's shoulder is firm, and ready to support him if he gives way, ready to outright carry him if he collapses ]
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I ain't gonna kill ya. And I ain't gonna leave ya here to die, either. Sorry, m--- [ he catches himself from saying "master", just on instinct. ] mister Knives.
Vash gave me a chance when no one else would. [ "us", really, but he doesn't need to go into that. knives will know, anyway. if he even remembers the trip of death. or him ] And I ain't exactly like most my kind, anyway.
[ he's already dying faster than any normal human. and, well, he's got far too much blood on his hands to be anything but a monster ]
Why do you wanna die so badly?
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knives says nothing, regarding livio with distant consideration until his attention drifts. no rest for the wicked, after all.
he turns to walk around livio's hulking frame, back into the suns' unforgiving heat.]
Do as you please.
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I will.
[ do as he pleases, after all. he regards the other man, briefly considering tucking him under an arm.... or flipping him over his shoulder, but then again, knives seems perfectly capable of walking on his own. ]
[ so what he does do, is take knives's shoulder -- steers him towards where livio's going, to a distant hotel that would give them both shelter from the weather. it's barely visible to a normal person, but livio, as established, is anything but ]
[ his grip on knives's shoulder is firm, and ready to support him if he gives way, ready to outright carry him if he collapses ]
This way.
[ no yield ]