“And, of course, you went and found one of the only things in the galaxy beyond their ability to repair. I suppose I should have expected as much from a Steele.”
You just give Lessau an innocent look, pretending not to know what he’s annoyed at. After a moment the chimera gives a defeated sigh, one of his extra hands coming up to rub at the bridge of his nose.
“If, somehow, you manage to claim your fortune in that condition, given enough time I may be able to undo the damage you’ve done to yourself. I’ll need to do a hard reset on your genome, and lord knows what else might have to be done to deal with the neural patterns....”
The doctor trails off into irritated mutterings before looking back up at you.
“For the foreseeable future, however, I’m afraid you’re stuck with it.”