Gaav reaches out to ruffle Xellos' hair, brisk but affectionate for him.
"Who's memories don't match up with Zelgadis's? Yours or Val's?" Gaav nods, understanding at least some of the oddities of Margate from the outset, magic moves here in strange waves. "My memories are those that She lets me carry from one version to another. Things are too easily changed by those of us who do little of it, so we will see how they work between us. But just what doesn't turn out the way I want?"
Gaav watches him roll then right himself, a satisfied smirk showing up when Xellos actually has to shake the double vision away. He finds the taste accompanying Xellos's smile intriguing. "Did you not enjoy revisiting being a child? Or find out that you look idiotic with silver hair?"
He lifts an eyebrow of "yes?" at the address. "You remember what happened the last time I thought you sided with Phibbrizo, don't you? I've not torn your limbs off here which should be an answer for you." He hopes he doesn't have to give further reassurance, but he expects he will.