[seeing them both allow one another contact, and at least somewhat calmer words, is cathartic for livio. it no longer feels like the world is teetering on the verge of falling apart all over again. maybe things are still awkward, but hell, liv is more than used to awkward.]

I'm not angry with you. [and that's true enough. he's now heard a direct apology to nick, a genuine one not seeped in self-deprecation. and just to address what wolfwood tacks on...] I forgive you, for my part.

[somehow, though... this doesn't feel like enough. they're both clearly still stuck in their own heads, blaming themselves. the last thing livio wants is to place blame for the bonfire on either of their shoulders when they're already so weighed down, but...]

... Any one of us could have stopped it, and we didn't. [it doesn't feel fair that he's the only one who came out of this unscathed, though. (which isn't true, given the new scars visible on his forearms, but he's bled less recently than either of them, so that's how he sees it.)] I'm not saying either of you... had something coming to you because of it. I just mean... maybe it'll be an easier burden if we all agree to carry it.