[ Except his arm is intricate too, articulates like a real one and when he's not being throttled by it he can appreciate its design — not the butchery that sewed it to his friend's body. There had been moments, reading the file, when he'd had to close it and look away at the wall, seeing red at the corners of his vision. Bad enough that this was done to another human being, but to the best and brightest of them — Steve's always been angry. It rears its head and it never sleeps. This world earned nothing else from him. ]
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I'd like that. My room?