[Yeah, yeah, OK. He sits back up and lets Wash examine it. It's been a few days so it's not bleeding , but it's still red and skinned and it stings.

He's quiet, because he's thinking about it almost involuntarily. Wash isn't going to let this drop and the thought's in his head and won't leave. The determination in his voice when he speaks next is genuine, for what it's worth.]

I just...I dunno what else to do. There's a lotta danger out there and someone's gotta take care of it. If it's gotta be me, than that's what I'm gonna do.