Steve had technically not promised more than one session. But that was a thought he kept to himself. "Love you too," he said, smiling for just a moment.
The metal of the arm had replaced his shoulder, his right pectoral, his top right-side rib, and a portion of his back, including his shoulder blade as well. It came with a few extras, but it didn't possess the dexterity needed to work a longbow.
He closed his eyes. "I got careless on a hit and run of a supply train," he said. "Got caught. They put their best torturers to work on me, wanting me to give up the others. I wouldn't."
His metal fist was opening and closing in a rhythm now. "They tried whips, swords, electrodes. They even tried good cop, bad cop, for God's sake. Eventually... they went for straight up butchery."
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