Donnie that's--?!

[Well, he guess this was karma, but he still didn't like it. He felt uncomfortable and rubbed at his still slightly numb leg. He really didn't like Donnie's use of the word "flesh" but he wasn't sure how else he was supposed to put it, once he really thought about it. He didn't like thinking about it.]

So those are like... your arms now... you said they didn't hurt. Is that still true?

[He caught himself staring. It was unsettling, the claws, the knowledge that they weren't just gloves--gauntlets anymore. That was his arms.]