[ It's remarkable how quickly Vash can elicit a headache from the depths of his previously peaceful brain. Wolfwood just squints at him from behind his glasses, a question leaving his mouth that he doesn't even want the answer to, ] What're you apologizin' for?

[ Sure, Vash had gotten angry, but it was mostly out of concern. He wanted a peaceful resolution where there wasn't one, and Wolfwood is pretty sure that, despite his apologetic tone, his stance hasn't changed on the topic.

He frowns, leaning back as if that would disguise the stiffness in his wounded shoulder, speaking again quickly before Vash can try to answer his question. ]

I'm fine, anyway. I've had worse than Millions Knives stickin' his tiniest knife in my shoulder.