[That leaves him plenty of time and solitude to quietly think himself in circles. First, though...

There's the matter of regrowing a limb in a world with awful power limitations. Even with a week of practical bed rest and a healing pool of legion, this is going to suck. He lifts his good(ish) arm from the pool, watching as the bandages slip off and the legion slowly starts rebuilding itself over the worst of the wounds.]