[Vash... wants to protest that badly. His mouth opens to say as much, but something stops him short. A thought occurs to him, one that might have made him laugh, if not for his grief.]

I - didn't. This was his choice. And if I said too much, it'd be like taking it away, wouldn't it. Don't... really want to be a hypocrite.

Same with you. [If being here for Vash despite his pain was Livio's choice, then what could he do?]

I'm sorry you're hurting. That we're hurting you. I almost wish I could make it better, you know. That I could stop being hurt.

[He glances down at the surf below.]

But bottling it up and swallowing it down won't help any of us. And I know that contradicts what I just said but...

[He makes a helpless motion with his hands.]

Guess that's life, right?