[It is, with no better way to put it, devastating to hear. That what the Forest took from Livio was his dead eye, his ability to shoot...it makes Wolfwood want to scream. The only reason he isn't is because he can tell just by the look in Livio's eyes how pained he is just having to admit to it at all.
But the fact he's handing over his Fangs is...]
Christ...
[He saw the way Livio had reached for him, so after he pulls back, Wolfwood decides to be the one to take initiative this time as he reaches out to put a hand on Livio's arm to try to get him to look back up at him. Then, that same hand shifts down, traveling from his elbow to his hand, brushing the back of his knuckles holding one of the Fangs.
That's where his hand stays, for a moment.]
...f'that's what you want. I'll take care of 'em, for you. Guard 'em with my god damn life.
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But the fact he's handing over his Fangs is...]
Christ...
[He saw the way Livio had reached for him, so after he pulls back, Wolfwood decides to be the one to take initiative this time as he reaches out to put a hand on Livio's arm to try to get him to look back up at him. Then, that same hand shifts down, traveling from his elbow to his hand, brushing the back of his knuckles holding one of the Fangs.
That's where his hand stays, for a moment.]
...f'that's what you want. I'll take care of 'em, for you. Guard 'em with my god damn life.