Oh, he knew that. Vax knew. They bickered like they were still kids, often enough. But it was mostly conversational or some petty sort of thing. It never changed the things that mattered most between them.

"She loves Percival, you know. The one who's here. The... White hair, glasses, makes things, keeps to himself - that's Percy. I thought... Maybe she'd want to start a life with him. I told myself that was alright. I had Keyleth, and after we'd finished with the Chroma Conclave... Vex deserves to be happy." He didn't stop to explain all of what he meant along the way. Either it didn't occur to him in his state that more explanations were needed for it to go beyond gibberish, or maybe he thought it wouldn't matter. "But this isn't that. I wasn't ready for this."