"... It is a wound men can survive," He offered after a moment, before stepping over and carefully picking up one of the bottles off the bed to put it on the table instead.

"It was a clean cut." He, too, would forever have Fox's arm burned into his mind. "So it was removed for a purpose. And with the kind of magics your world has - It seems unlikely to cause death."

He picked up another bottle, not looking at Mingyu, just cleaning slowly. He wasn't sure if Mingyu would even register the enormity of the task, but then, did it really mean anything any more?

He was no one.

"If pain and despair were enough to kill, Mingyu, we both know men who would never have survived."