[He wanted to argue her words, but quickly caught himself. He was weak. It had been why mother had discarded him. So instead he shrinks under her words, and meekly takes his arm back without returning her gaze. Once back in his possession, the ball joints on the fingers begin to fade, or at least become less visible, despite it not being reattached yet.
He offered the stranger a polite bow in gratitude, he may be weak but at the very least he could be polite.]
Thank you. I am sorry for the trouble.
[Now for the matter of... reattaching it. He'll figure it out. Probably.]
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[He wanted to argue her words, but quickly caught himself. He was weak. It had been why mother had discarded him. So instead he shrinks under her words, and meekly takes his arm back without returning her gaze. Once back in his possession, the ball joints on the fingers begin to fade, or at least become less visible, despite it not being reattached yet.
He offered the stranger a polite bow in gratitude, he may be weak but at the very least he could be polite.]
Thank you. I am sorry for the trouble.
[Now for the matter of... reattaching it. He'll figure it out. Probably.]