[It should be pretty clear that Vash wasn't expecting an apology. He can't remember the last time he's heard one from his brother.] Oh, um. [What he was about to say: losing control shouldn't involve weapons dies instantly on his lips.] It's okay. [Only Vash would say: it's okay like getting stabbed multiple times isn't a big deal.] I guess try not to next time.
[Vash will fall silent for the rest of the walk. Focusing on walking without aggravating any of the cuts on his back and arms. Occasionally hissing if something pulls or shifts painfully.
When they're home he immediately will go to the bathroom to find some sort of disinfectant. Face having already broken out in a small layer of sweat. He doesn't expect Knives to help him. He's been taking care of his own injuries for over twenty years now since the bounty made it a necessary skill to learn. Sometimes it was just too dangerous to go to a doctor. So it doesn't even cross Vash's mind to ask for help as he carefully starts to peel his jacket off of his back.]
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[Vash will fall silent for the rest of the walk. Focusing on walking without aggravating any of the cuts on his back and arms. Occasionally hissing if something pulls or shifts painfully.
When they're home he immediately will go to the bathroom to find some sort of disinfectant. Face having already broken out in a small layer of sweat. He doesn't expect Knives to help him. He's been taking care of his own injuries for over twenty years now since the bounty made it a necessary skill to learn. Sometimes it was just too dangerous to go to a doctor. So it doesn't even cross Vash's mind to ask for help as he carefully starts to peel his jacket off of his back.]