So, Strider is going to pay me a visit in a few days to start training me because of the countless weaknesses, and ways to kill me that he found. To top that off, sir Ⓧ is actually very dangerous. And most likely suffers from indigestion and ulcers. Jack's a bit upset about the whole training idea. And the doc keeps trying to convince me to take the prosthetic/repair/replacement treatment. All of this happened while I was eating a wondrous hospital dinner. You know what they say: "There Ain't No Rest for the Wicked." Even when recovering in a hospital in a different country. And there's some good news! S and I will be able to video chat sometime this week. I don't know how to explain being in London. Or missing my arm. But, at least I get to talk to her.
Any advice? Other than: "Expect the unexpected."
Until the Next,