#bc i think piers would have extremely complicated feelings about technically being a BOW

[welcome-leon]

so writing fic made me think about Piers having a prosthetic arm and like, the c virus is regenerative, right? it’s fucked up regeneration but regeneration nonetheless, he tore his whole arm off and got a whole new one back.

so I’m thinking about BSAA doctors trying to remove the arm and it just keeps coming back, a slightly different kind of fucked up each time. they research and experiment on ways to suppress the virus with hopes they can remove the persistent limb for good, so that Piers can have a (relatively) normal amputation, but they never quite kick it. so when they finally suppress the virus to some degree and fit the prosthetic arm, his right ribcage and shoulder reconstructed, the whole thing fancy carbon fibre and robotic fingers, the virus just… slowly reclaims. skin starts growing over, weaving into the machinery, nerves tentatively latching on. the delicate electronics crack and misfire under the onslaught but it doesn’t matter now, the flesh is relearning how to flex and control. the virus is stronger than anything the researchers could have made. the pulses of electricity the doctors were never able to completely quell now go towards powering the pistons. the infection uses everything the BSAA built as a blueprint for it’s own function.

Piers wakes up in the hospital and can see his abomination of an arm has been replaced with another, all torn skin and exposed metal, human-shaped but at what cost? the virus is still a part of him, has even gifted him a limb he can use and flex. and he hates it.