[ It’s hard to tell at first what’s the pain of regrowth and what’s the pain of an unnatural growth, but as soon as he’s got most of a foot he pulls his legs up onto his thigh so he can watch the growth of his sole, palpating the area as it forms ]

… No… Why didn’t that work?! [ He spits a number of incredibly gauche curses in Arcadian, the sort his mother used to clip him round the ear for copying off of her, and flung himself fuming back on the cushions ]

That should have worked! My feet should have grown back in their original form! My body isn’t supposed to change.

[ He sits up as abruptly as he’d flung himself down, grabbing for one of his old severed feet ]

Do you have a knife? I need to see the internal changes they’ve inflicted on me