Don’t thank me yet. Not until we’re both free from this place.
[He works quickly, though carefully. Finding limbs that are compatible with Arthur’s model is harder than it looks, even with the great, terrible stack of them directly behind him. But Markus finds them — arms. The bottom halves of legs, connected with a satisfying hiss-click once the old are discarded.
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[He works quickly, though carefully. Finding limbs that are compatible with Arthur’s model is harder than it looks, even with the great, terrible stack of them directly behind him. But Markus finds them — arms. The bottom halves of legs, connected with a satisfying hiss-click once the old are discarded.
Eventually, through rain slicking down his face:]
Try to move now. Slowly.