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It explained why Verso and Renoir seemed immune to the Gommage, at least. But the power to grant immortality, agelessness — that just as staggering as what they knew of her powers already.

"No," he admits. "They'd been 'stripped down to the facts' a few years after they were logged." No doubt a clumsy historian not wanting to 'taint' the legacy of that first Expedition, oblivious to how desperate they'd ultimately be for any information about the Paintress at all.

"Listen, this is— genuinely fascinating. But what does it have to do with keeping Maelle safe?"

That doesn't surprise him. There would be so much Gustave didn't know, then. Names. Pieces of the truth. He could take advantage of that, if he wanted to, but...

"It--"

Maybe he should have brought some liquor along with him.

"Because I need you to be able to trust me. I need to-... to make sure these things don't come out later, when I could have been honest with you and wasn't." He looks up at the other man with a dry smile. "I kept a lot from Sciel, Lune, and Maelle. Almost everything, at first. When it came to light they had to deal with it on the road - I was helping them, they didn't have another option. And I... have learned my lesson there, I suppose."

Not really. It's more that he knows Gustave has the upper hand here. He needs to meet the man where he's at, at least in part.

"I can't afford to be in conflict with you while she's here. While she needs us both. She's too important."

Gustave's expression creases in concern. Yeah, he can understand very easily how that might have soured his relationship with the surviving members of the Expedition, even after Verso had stepped in to save them. His eyes search Verso's face, like he's looking for any hint of ulterior motive here.

Because Verso doesn't need to be honest with him; whatever truth Maelle knows will inevitably come out with her. But he claims he's opening up for her benefit, which means Gustave is willing to grant some tentative grace here.

"Look, I don't disagree. She is too important. And— I'm asking this because I want to understand, not because I'm trying to— cast aspersions or something on you, alright?" His voice is low, measured. Patient. "Are you going to explain why she's so important to you?"

He doesn't say or do anything immediately. Verso recognises the corner he's backed himself into there, and he knew he was doing it.

His expression tightens slightly.

"When Maelle's ready to talk about it, she'll tell you everything." Maybe. Probably. In terms of who Verso is and who he is to her--... He doesn't really want to do that without her knowing. He lets out a soft breath through his nose.

"I'm not keeping it from you. It's just... as much her business as it is mine. Maybe more." Then, after a small shake of his head. "But you're not the only one who sees her as family."

"We've asked the Admiral for my journal. I— the one she wrote in," Gustave says, his face carefully neutral. "She says it'll help explain everything. So if he grants that..."

It's a heads up more than anything else, just indicating that he will indeed soon be staggering out of this darkness he's found himself in. Gustave starts to offer the bottle to Verso, then pauses and sucks his breath in through his teeth. The words that follow are a bit quick.

"I don't want to ask this because it's an incredibly offensive question to ask, and you've given me zero reasons to doubt your intentions so far, but— merde, I'd be a worse guardian than I already am if I didn't. You do mean in a platonic, sisterly way? Please say yes so we can move on."

The question doesn't seem to be entirely understood at first, then Verso looks completely taken aback. He sits up straight, looks very confused for a moment, then... starts to laugh.

It's been a while.

"I-- what?" He rubs his face a little bit. "Is there another way I could see her as family? What kind of person do you think I am?"

Gustave please she is fifteen--

The fact that the question seems to outright startle Verso does a lot to put Gustave at ease. He's clearly embarrassed to have gone there, but he's stubbornly unapologetic, offering what's left of the bottle of wine out to him. He's just been... drinking from the bottle, because it's been a hell of a few days.

"Look," he says with a heavy exhale, dragging his hands through his hair, "I can't say what society was like for someone of your... advanced age when you were in Lumière. It's prudent to check those kinds of things." He is perfectly well aware that it was barely different at all, actually, but his tight little smile indicates he's trying to joke.

"Oh! Now you're calling me old. I see."

Also joking. He takes the wine bottle and seems to have no issue at all with drinking directly from it as well. Once he's had a good mouthful he hands it back, shaking his head.

"I let you know a little about me and you lose all sense of respect."

Verso never demanded respect to begin with. He's not even trying to hide the smirk.

Gustave chuckles quietly at that, rolling the bottle between his hands a little restlessly when it's handed back. "Don't worry. You won my eternal respect the moment I found out that you were there when I couldn't be. Not sure if you realise how much of a debt I still feel like I owe you."

He pulls another long swig, then hands it back. "Finish it. She'll give me hell if she comes back and I smell too much like wine."

There is the smallest twinge of guilt at that. It's not the time or place to tell Gustave that he could have stepped in sooner - he could have stopped Renoir sooner. He could have and chose not to. He's not sure that Maelle would even willingly divulge that. What use would it serve for Gustave to know?

Verso needed him out of the way and he went through with it without even a single conversation with the man. It was easier than it should have been, but still...

He pushes that thought down with another mouthful of wine, and shakes his head.

"You don't owe me anything. I was just there at the right time." His eyes drop. He distracts himself for a moment by reading the label on the bottle. "The wine on this ship is terrible."

He'd protected Maelle, at that moment and beyond that. That had been more important than anything else.

The change in topic gets a laugh out of him, and he leans forward to glimpse the label himself. "I guess since you've been honest with me, I should do the same for you." He gently flicks a metal finger against the bottle in Verso's hands. "I can't tell the difference. All tastes pretty much the exact same to me. I'm a disgrace, I know."

It's in lieu of what he really wants to say: why did your mother become the Paintress, or what's your family's relationship with Maelle, she used to have these nightmares—

In time. One thing at a time.

Groan.

"A complete disgrace. What I wouldn't give for a good Château Haut Brion over this swill."

Terrible. Awful. He drains the rest of the bottle regardless, because he honestly doesn't give a shit about his liver health and has already almost poisoned himself with alcohol once here already.

"If I can get my hands on a decent vintage, I'll share it."

"I believe I just told you it'd be wasted on me," Gustave says with a crooked sort of smile, leaning back in his seat and reaching up to rub at his own temple. "But I'll get another bottle from the Lounge and we can toast to— I don't know. Death not sticking to Maelle here."

He's read your most recent post on the network, Verso, and he's not going to acknowledge it — but he's also careful about stumbling over the landmine that is your obvious suicidal ideation.

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"Death doesn't stick to anyone here."

But he's sort of used to that. The whole not being able to die thing. The sting is that he thought he finally had it over with only to be dragged to somewhere where the promise of a second chance at life was being dangled like a reward that he wasn't interested in claiming.

"But I still can't recommend it as a pastime. Being dragged back from the brink does get old after you've done it a few times."

Skirting the suicidal ideation, being immortal does have its... perks(?).

"Mmm. I'm proof of that, too. Assuming that this isn't one extremely vivid and drawn out hallucination whilst I'm bleeding out," Gustave says, tone a little wry. "Which is a possibility I haven't fully discounted yet."

For Gustave, the dangling carrot was almost too good to be true.

"... but it's best not to get carried down that solipsistic river."

Wouldn't it be nice, if it was just a hallucination. A particularly cruel one as far as Verso is concerned, but he could probably live with it.

(Hah.)

He just smiles faintly and pushes a sigh through his nose.

"An entire world the colourful fever dream of one person's imagination." A pause, then a final pull on the wine as he drains the last of it and sets the bottle down by his feet. "Sounds like a fantasy, doesn't it."

(Hah.)

Then, after another, slightly warmer smile.

"I thought this would go worse. I haven't really had the cause to laugh for a while."

"You thought I'd be more upset after finding out about your mother being the Paintress? I— well. I guess rationally, I should be." And if he hadn't watched Verso worrying himself sick very genuinely over Maelle, he might have... but he trusts now that he definitely means her no harm. The 'facsimile of another person' thing really doesn't come into play here. Honestly, it just sounded miserable.

"Guess you can't always choose your parents."

Verso huffs out a breathy sound of amusement.

"I would have chosen very differently if I could have..." Though, despite everything, he still has a lot of love for them both. Even if he hates them, he still loves them. He isn't sure if that's normal, or just because he was made that way.

"But-- The Paintress, Gustave. She isn't what you think. She didn't just... wake up one day and decide to start destroying everything." A small frown briefly pinches his expression. "We tried to tell people when we got back, but nobody believed us. It was harder for Expeditions after Zero to find out the truth."

Gustave thinks about his conversation with Sophie on their walk to the harbour, thinks about the compassion she'd shown even then. Maybe she's a prisoner too. Stuck in the same cycle as us. It wasn't something he'd agreed with, but it wasn't something he'd ever been able to forget, either.

He holds up a hand, gentle, as if to say that Verso doesn't need to convince him. "It became obvious very quickly when we landed that there was... a lot of information that we were missing. I hope you can forgive the people who couldn't believe you. Sometimes— when things are hopeless— you just need someone to blame."

"She hasn't exactly made a good case for herself," he comments dryly. Though she hadn't had many choices in that, he supposes, and nobody in the city would want to believe that the Paintress was trying to protect them rather than being the source of all of their problems. He was there from the start - he knows how it looks.

"I don't blame anybody. It's... A complicated situation."

Family can be like that. There's a reason it isn't his favourite topic.

"I travelled with a lot of the Expeditions, at the start at least."

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