"Gross," he deadpanned. The idea didn't seem to bother him very much but he was pretty sure he'd been some kind of squid thing before coming ashore, so what was the notion of losing a limb compared to that? "Guess they don't grow back, huh?" Something about that seemed wrong, all things considered.

"What last place? Life?" He wasn't going to pull the whole 'life isn't great, get used to it' thing because that'd always seemed like bullshit to him even with the kind of person he was. Or maybe especially because of it. He knew better than some how unfair life could be and it fucking sucked.