[ it's the same percival. the same sort of response he expects, but somehow he can't really see the usual bite in it. then again, vane had always been optimistic and ... often blind in light of the other man's insults. still, it's hard to find offense when the sky is as pretty as it is now, and so vane gives an inaudible chuckle. ] C'mon, I wouldn't forget how to spell your name! We're friends, right?

[ or so vane is firm on stating. his peripherals brush past the other knight momentarily, and he swears he can see a touch of something else beneath his veneer. underneath all his sternness and his projected self-assurance, maybe ... percival was lonely too? or so vane can't help but think for a second.

at this, he leans against percival's shoulder. ] We just need to take in this sight a million times over for Siegfried and Lancey, too! [ if anything, vane doesn't doubt they'll see each other again. it's not to say he doesn't miss them. or that he's realized how much reliance he may have placed on their presence, but all the same, vane takes this as his own moment to show them how much he's developed or progressed. ... or something like that. vane was never really proficient at putting words to his thought or order to his considerations—

if there is one thing he knows it's that... he's grateful percival is here with him. ]