Faelan didn't really find it surprising that the man had been worked on by the old man. The number of tests that had been done at the Foundation were too numerous to count, and he'd partaken in his fair share. But this was the first he'd seen a demonic transplant, at least in action. From his understanding, not only was it extremely dangerous to attempt, but it was also hazardous to the person receiving the limb. All the stories the world had of people getting heart transplants and turning into killers took on an even more extreme twist when the limb literally changed who the person was.<br/><br/>"So, does your arm influence you? Does it try to choke you in your sleep?" Although he was joking, Faelan wanted to know the answer, it'd be convenient if this guy was a danger to himself just as much as everyone else. But if he wanted to work with them, knowing he wasn't going to try and choke them against his will would be nice to know. "How are we supposed to know you aren't going to demon out and try to kill us while we're not paying attention?"<br/><br/>Part of Faelan hated that there wasn't anything he could do to get the Foundation out of his life, even now that he was in literal hell hiding from them. Even now, even here, there was still people from the Foundation, whether they were on his path or not. The amount of reach that the Foundation had, the sheer distance their grubby fingers penetrated through out every thing was sickening.