“Have you been injured since we became…what we are?”

“A couple of times. Why?”

“What did it feel like?”

“Painful.”

“No I meant as they repaired you.”

“Well, the first time, I was in a major car accident and my skull was crushed against the steering wheel. I can remember thinking to myself that I was dead. Of course the fact I was thinking anything meant I wasn’t.”

“Of course. But how did it feel?”

“After a moment the pain began to clear and I realized the little buggers must be keeping me alive. I could feel my skull being shifted back into place and this awful grating feeling as the bones knited back together. At the time I wished I was dead.”

“And they fixed you right up?”

“Yeah. As my vision came back I realized I must have lost an eye in the accident.”

“How could you tell?”

“I could see my old eye on the floor of the car. Mashed into the mat.”

“My god. I’m glad nothing that gruesome has happened to me.”

“Yeah. Sometimes wish I had died.”