"That's all right," she says archly, a hint of a smirk at one corner of her mouth. "I didn't plan to lose mine, either. Just kind of happened."
Her prosthesis is roughly the same structure as ever; she could get advanced materials in the Nexus, but she prefers for it to look oversized and clunky and threatening. His is a piece of art, though, and she can't resist cupping her metal hand under his wrist to hold it a moment so she can get a look. "Very pretty," she says, restrained because she's aware that people outside the Citadel don't see scars or stumps or machines the way her people do, but sincerely impressed.
"Does it always stay on, or can you take it off for a rest if you want to?" Letting go, she looks at his face thoughtfully for a second, then tugs at the buckles of her own prosthesis, undoing it and setting it aside. She sits comfortably, then, resting her stump on her knee.
Sometimes it helps wounded War Boys to see it. This is normal. This is what bodies do. It's okay. You're not broken.
Wounds inside are harder to deal with. She knows that, too. She lost the Green Place once, and all but two of her kin. Shop talk is a safer way to begin a conversation.
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Her prosthesis is roughly the same structure as ever; she could get advanced materials in the Nexus, but she prefers for it to look oversized and clunky and threatening. His is a piece of art, though, and she can't resist cupping her metal hand under his wrist to hold it a moment so she can get a look. "Very pretty," she says, restrained because she's aware that people outside the Citadel don't see scars or stumps or machines the way her people do, but sincerely impressed.
"Does it always stay on, or can you take it off for a rest if you want to?" Letting go, she looks at his face thoughtfully for a second, then tugs at the buckles of her own prosthesis, undoing it and setting it aside. She sits comfortably, then, resting her stump on her knee.
Sometimes it helps wounded War Boys to see it. This is normal. This is what bodies do. It's okay. You're not broken.
Wounds inside are harder to deal with. She knows that, too. She lost the Green Place once, and all but two of her kin. Shop talk is a safer way to begin a conversation.