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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Sam had always liked to watch magic users at their craft and tried to find some peace in watching Deimos make the prosthetic, though it was hard to concentrate when he had to look over his lacking hand to do so: it was odd, how the fluid in place of blood made things seem both less gory and far worse. There was no flash of red, but in it's place a cold emptiness of anything, just missing parts and shining fluid. The glove that appeared was as he'd asked for at least and Sam took it reverently, holding it for a moment and staring before he nodded and slowly, after tapping his hand on the edge of the jug to collect any excess fluid, slipped it inside. It took a second, but then his fingers began to move inside, as if they were all his own. "...It works." He said with some obvious relief, letting out a sigh. "Thank you." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.