"No--" Now that wasn't exactly true. "I mean, not really. A couple are from overzealous doctors who got curious with how quickly I could heal, but not the majority of my scars are from things like... this. And those doctors didn't have the equipment that seems to have been left behind my apartment."

Gratefully Vash takes a long swig of the booze before looking back at the table. "An axe? Or a really big hammer for smashing?" He jokes. Also feeling pretty sure that table wasn't going to fit through the door if it didn't come apart.