Take it off? [Piers echoes the man's offer, paling as he came to terms with what that really meant for him. Deep down, he knew that was the only real option he had. His arm was hanging by a bit of skin and muscle. He couldn't move it. It didn't even really hurt, which in this circumstance was probably a really bad sign.] You mean amputate?
[He knew it was for the best. There was a chance the limb wasn't even getting the blood, and thus oxygen, it needed to keep from dying on its own.]
You sound pretty... confident that you can do that. [He looks over the stranger almost like he's pleading him to tell him if he has any doubts in his ability.
It probably wouldn't be hard. He wouldn't even need to go through any bone.]
If you're sure you can do it... I don't think I have much of a choice. [He looks around at the beach and then back toward the city ruins.] I don't suppose there's anesthetics... or something to drink?
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[He knew it was for the best. There was a chance the limb wasn't even getting the blood, and thus oxygen, it needed to keep from dying on its own.]
You sound pretty... confident that you can do that. [He looks over the stranger almost like he's pleading him to tell him if he has any doubts in his ability.
It probably wouldn't be hard. He wouldn't even need to go through any bone.]
If you're sure you can do it... I don't think I have much of a choice. [He looks around at the beach and then back toward the city ruins.] I don't suppose there's anesthetics... or something to drink?