#lego: oh so youre the reason vash has a pathological need to break himself for others

[deadlydevotion]

Legato is fairly certain that, whoever she is besides being the twin's mother, Rem is very much better then he is. He has enough sense to keep his mouth shut this time and accept the glass of water to sip at, which does help considering all the water he's lost in the form of tears today.

He does snort a little into the glass at her summary of their current situation. Had he been any less obviously out of it when she'd come across him it would have been a very stupid idea indeed to do as she's done. Luckily, Legato is currently about as threatening as an overcooked noodle.

"Oblivious, dare I say sometimes more then a little stupid," Legato rolls his eyes, both exasperated and immeasurably fond. If he's going to allow himself any small amount of complaining about Knives and his obliviousness it would be to her. "Knives is not very good at parsing feelings, other's or his own. I had to repeatedly clarify myself before he understood I was telling him I love him."

The ridiculous man thought he was in love with Elendira. He really ought to never let him live that down.

Legato mentioning that he knows both versions of Vash catches Rem a bit off guard. She'd been running under the assumption that he only knew her Vash, and that he was the only one who died today. A weird mix of emotions fills her chest when she thinks about both of them being taken from her in one fell swoop, but she doesn't dwell on it. Not that she really has time to. Legato moves on and everything he says really does make things worse.

It's even more to unpack, and she knows even less where to start. To buy herself more time, she grabs the glass of water, satisfied that his face is clean enough now that there's little worry of the blood getting into it. "Drink this," She says with a soft sigh.

"It's very kind of you to say someone like me, but I would reserve your judgement. You don't know anything about me. Frankly I have enough self-awareness to know that picking up a random stranger off the street to go home with them and give them a bath may be virtuous, but it's not necessarily the marker of someone who's all put together," She laughs softly at the absurdity of the situation, to avoid thinking too hard about it beyond that. Self-awareness doesn't have to come with self-refleciton.

"Not being human doesn't make someone or something better than you, Legato. You're just as important as he is, and any special treatment you think he deserves, you deserve, too." A pause, as she considers how much more she wants to say, and then she ends with a question, "What do you mean by dense?"