"In a way," he said softly, gazing down at the flesh of his arm. "Part of it was originally mine. There was an accident when I was young, leading to my death. My parents reconstructed and revived me." He smiled sadly. He remembered nothing of his life before that, typical death trauma. Not even the brothers whose death had also been part of the accident, and whose flesh had been combined with his own. One living son out of three was better than none, his parents had seemed to think...