[Knives didn't need long to think about it. He'd already made up his mind. He refused to spend what little of his life was left fighting. Not for these .. Malnosso, certainly, and not with someone who looked and sounded like his brother. Everything said about the village is dismissed as irrelevant. If he chose to go there, then he would make his own way, not by what Vash tells him. It did explain how Vash got to the beach so quickly. A machine that teleports?
Luceti was not a priority to visit. He wanted to see everything else first.. and wait til the footprints on the beach were washed away, until there were no marks of their passage on it, and he could leave his own trails unmarred by another set of footsteps.]
I fought hard and paid dearly for what peace I had at the end with my brother, Vash. I won't let your paranoia and suspicion take that away from me even if it's just a memory now.
[He glances over his shoulder, the tiny feathers on small wings ruffled up a little.]
If nothing else, believe this: It was his belief [In those idiotic mindnumbing pollyanna philosophies of Rem Saverem] and his trust, and his ability to teach it, that brought peace to that desert. Not guns, not blades. Not violence or threats or hatreds or clinging to a lifetime of suffering like a martyr. Learn how to do the same, or be stuck forever at war with your own brother if he ever comes to this place. I am no threat to this place unless I'm forced to be, because of someone you are not.
[He shouldn't bother, and he knows it. He knows it. Hindsight was 20/20, though, and if somehow ... somehow against all odds he could find a way to make some other Knives and Vash not go through the same horrific mess that he'd dragged his own brother through... the loss of human life was irrelevant.
But the plants would be spared. They would be spared, spared the pain and violence and the sickening realization of exactly who had gone astray. All he wanted was to spend what's left of his short life in peace and quiet, but now he could see it was a pointless thing to hope for. The best he could do was try to keep it from happening again.
Is this your revenge, Rem? Find a way to teach me to want peace with Vash and humanity, then make sure I can't have it?]
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Date: 2013-05-23 06:08 am (UTC)Luceti was not a priority to visit. He wanted to see everything else first.. and wait til the footprints on the beach were washed away, until there were no marks of their passage on it, and he could leave his own trails unmarred by another set of footsteps.]
I fought hard and paid dearly for what peace I had at the end with my brother, Vash. I won't let your paranoia and suspicion take that away from me even if it's just a memory now.
[He glances over his shoulder, the tiny feathers on small wings ruffled up a little.]
If nothing else, believe this: It was his belief [In those idiotic mindnumbing pollyanna philosophies of Rem Saverem] and his trust, and his ability to teach it, that brought peace to that desert. Not guns, not blades. Not violence or threats or hatreds or clinging to a lifetime of suffering like a martyr. Learn how to do the same, or be stuck forever at war with your own brother if he ever comes to this place. I am no threat to this place unless I'm forced to be, because of someone you are not.
[He shouldn't bother, and he knows it. He knows it. Hindsight was 20/20, though, and if somehow ... somehow against all odds he could find a way to make some other Knives and Vash not go through the same horrific mess that he'd dragged his own brother through... the loss of human life was irrelevant.
But the plants would be spared. They would be spared, spared the pain and violence and the sickening realization of exactly who had gone astray. All he wanted was to spend what's left of his short life in peace and quiet, but now he could see it was a pointless thing to hope for. The best he could do was try to keep it from happening again.
Is this your revenge, Rem? Find a way to teach me to want peace with Vash and humanity, then make sure I can't have it?]