He didn’t miss John’s staring at his hand, and he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie to show it off better. “Pretty cool, eh? Works just as well as my real arm. Can even play guitar with this puppy,” he said. Would he prefer his own arm over the fake one? Absolutely. But there was no point in crying over missing limbs. Objectively speaking, the fake arm was an improvement, and he’d had plenty of time to get used to the fact that it wasn’t flesh and blood anymore.