The raven peered at her other hand as she shared some of what the curse had done. Gaius did not linger on the thought of the pain the whole process must have involved–they both knew, without it needing to be said, and the ancient Roman knew all the varieties of pain life brought. Instead, he admired the lines of the limb, what he could see. Elegant, despite its ugly origins. It was only similar to a human prosthesis in that it did not look organic. It caught the light of the street as it moved, glinting dangerously, sharp.
“New power at your fingertips,” the raven murmured, “At a steep price, and recurring cost.”
“New power at your fingertips,” the raven murmured, “At a steep price, and recurring cost.”