[His hands were his livelihood. They're his most important tools. To see his needles being surgically removed makes his spark pick up with both fear and anger. His needles are his curse. He can't live without them.
Which is convenient, since he's not going to be living for much longer.]
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Which is convenient, since he's not going to be living for much longer.]
Y-You'll have to... ugh.
[The pain is already pretty bad and he grimaces.]
My arms. Not just my hands.