It seemed almost constantly that Vash warned you to stay back during any shootouts that occur during your travels together, having always put himself on the front lines despite the arguments you may have held. He'd constantly listen to your opinions, or any complaints you held all up until it shifted to you being in danger, resulting in him quickly turning his attention elsewhere.

Vash knew you could handle yourself, and he knew he shouldn't be constantly worried as to where you are when he overhears an argument occurring. Yet despite how often you stress to him that everything is fine, the thought of possibly losing you devastates him in ways he can't even begin to comprehend.

While yes, it was selfless of him, he wasn't afraid to admit that he'd throw himself amidst hell if it meant you were kept safe. So when the evening came that you had sheltered Vash from an oncoming bullet, his mind seemed to utterly shatter.

You swore you'd never hear the end of it once Vash brought you to safety.

"You could've been killed." Vash practically sneered the words as he looked into your eyes, an unfamiliar tone overtaking his once gentle voice. He tugged the bandages firmly around your weeping wound, the red almost taunting as it looked Vash in the face.