[ Link huffs a sigh out of his nose. He just doesn't like everything that Vash is going out of his way to do for him — and having to cut oneself just makes it that much worse. But, just as Vash had already admonished him once, Link has already protested once. And Vash was right to rebuke him the first time. He doesn't like to admit it to himself, but this is necessary.

If there was any lingering suspicion on Vash's part that blood makes Link squeamish, it is quickly snuffed out. The Hylian accepts the offered knife and, without much hesitation, cuts a thin line along the side of one finger on the hand holding his Shard. A bead of blood begins to form, albeit much slower than normal. ]

Have you noticed this? The strange consistency of your blood? Or... is it from the Blight? [ he asks as he hands him back the knife. ] It's like... hm. Syrup?