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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6556187/41/"We didn't want you to hurt yourself any more."
"Hurt myself more?" I began, but when the Wind Sekirei pulled the cloth concealing my left arm away my eyes widened, then narrowed. "Oh."
My arm was being restrained, a leather cuff having been secured to the bicep and then bolted to the floor in a move which must have pissed Miya off something fierce. However, it was the stump itself which caught my eye.
Jutting out of the flesh where it had been cut off were the gleaming tips of dozens of swords. Some of them were longer than others making the stump an irregular field of sharp tips, and lacing between and around some of them were strands of dull red, muscles and flesh I realized, growing back around the foundation the blades made.
It was a disturbing, but not unexpected sight. I had always known that having a Reality Marble was a mark of being abnormal. After all, it was at its very nature a perception so alien from reality that it could alter the world around it. For a human to develop something most common in elementals, demons, and the most ancient of Dead Apostles, it was a sure sign that there was something wrong with them, something different.
In the end, having a Reality Marble meant I didn't think or perceive the world as a human. Seeing my body like this, the proof of my strangeness manifested physically…
Maybe my Sekirei weren't the only ones who deserved the appellate Not Human.
"Well, this is a bit new," I finally allowed, and as I watched one of the blades quivered, before extending out from the rest by a half inch. The part of the blade that had been even with the rest was red as it pulled more of my recovering flesh forward, advancing the healing state of my arm just a bit more. I raised an eyebrow, and despite the twisted nature of what I was seeing I couldn't suppress a twinge of magi curiosity. This was obviously some mixture of both my Reality Marble and Avalon's presence in my body. I'd never seen a wound heal like this before, but then again this was my first dismemberment. I wonder if all lost pieces would recover like this…
I shook my head quickly when I found myself contemplating removing a finger or toe later to double check. I wasn't that dedicated a magus, after all.
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