[Vash appreciates the help to put his coat on. Every movement that requires him to move his arms or back muscles at this moment a flare of agony.] It's fine. [Vash says with a soft, tired sigh when he catches his brother's glare.] They're not doing anything wrong.

[He winces at the heavy weight of his coat rests on his back. He makes a half hearted attempt to put his arm through the sleeve, but gives up on the idea pretty quickly. It just hurt too much.] You know... when I tried to give you that boost before it wasn't so you could make more knives.