His breathing slowed and calmed one last time, he’d come to work things out for himself. He’d always work things out himself. From his bag came a pair of gloves to cover the knuckles and bruises. He had better things to do.

Servas being transfered to the operating room so the surgery might get underway as he slept , deep under the sleep Servas’ doctors being with marking where on his legs to cut , at the middle of his upper thigh.  Finally after making the initial cut they slip the tip of their scalpel in to his skin piercing along before they start cutting away the muscle but managing to keep the nerves intact as his teal blood begins to pool at the incision and removal of his lower legs. In his induced slumber Servas mind dreams simply of his new life with his new legs , Servas’ simple mind and ideals focus on calmly carving his works a wooden flower as Tyraia , Carina and Ethne sit happily in the same room. The dream he knew would have a hard time coming true his relationship with tyraia more of a pale and carina on the brink of red. Ethne giving him knowing devious smiles. As he dreamt the Surgeons we already working on installing the locking mechanism for his new legs. Despite some of his simple choices the locking mechanism a sliver round endings with a teal colored LED lighting . A few hours later Servas would be awakening in a resting room . Blinking as he came too his body feeling lighter Servas winces due to a mighty pain striking his body as he attempts to raise his legs the weight proportions making him uncomfortable as he looks to the bandings . Looking around the near empty room servas notices some familiar shapes but his still drowzy pain medicine addled mind keeping him from recognizing who they were.

     " -- do not speak of things you cannot know."

(A dark figure appeared and revealed to be a man in a hoodie he only stared around before his hands turned into claws after being wrapped in a black and red energy).???:Where am I?

"My mun is a sadistic killer in these damn RP's. Jeezus."