[Vash doesn't answer right away, but he pauses what he's doing. Mind going through what kind of underhanded things his brother could be thinking by offering to help. He doesn't come up with very many scenarios, but there's still a couple.]
You really want to help? [He finally asks in a tired, slightly skeptical sounding voice. It had been a long time for Vash that his brother had offered help instead of more pain, but he so badly wants that offer for help to be true. He holds out a bottle of antiseptic towards Knives as he asks.] Could you... put this on my back? [It was going to be a lot easier if someone else did it for him.]
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You really want to help? [He finally asks in a tired, slightly skeptical sounding voice. It had been a long time for Vash that his brother had offered help instead of more pain, but he so badly wants that offer for help to be true. He holds out a bottle of antiseptic towards Knives as he asks.] Could you... put this on my back? [It was going to be a lot easier if someone else did it for him.]