"Steve is what's called a bully."
Rem's face was grim as she dabbed at the bruise on Knives' cheek. She needn't have bothered; such a small wound was healing rapidly enough on its own.
"I don't think so," Knives protested. There'd been no smirk, no arrogant grin. "He's just upset. He'd never hurt me on purpose."
Rem didn't respond. Vash snorted.
"Steve's always upset about something."
"The ship makes him uneasy."
"He gets more uneasy when we're in the room with him."
Knives glared at his brother. "You're too bitter."
"And you're too soft."