"Whatever you can is not going to be enough." She pauses her fussing with the sling to press her hand to her forehead. "This is not just fixable. Do you understand? Everything inside it is totally fried, irreplaceable. What you had to do, severing it like that, you're not supposed to do that, it wasn't built to withstand that kind of strain. It was an emergency fucking procedure. There's no coming back from that. It is dead."

She can't keep the edge of bitterness out of her voice. Yes, Rush helped finalize the death of the limb, but he did it at her request, to save her life, and it's not something he can take back now. She's too tired to humor him. She can't afford hope.

"This technology doesn't exist here, we can't just rubberband it back together good as new. We helped bring down the only place that might have had the resources, if you remember."