Fixing what he possesses won’t fix The Driver

“Feels a little weird, but yeah.” His hand flopped back and forth. Palm up, palm down. Palm up, palm down. The valley of flesh rippled, filled in, and then sunk back into his arm. “Think it gets me out of any heavy work for a while.”
“At least until we can get the supports back in.”
He blinked.
Danielle gestured out at the courtyard. At the wounded exoskeleton. “Once they get the fence reinforced,” she said, “we can get the supports back, straighten them out, and put them back into—”
Cesar shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No,” he agreed, “but it doesn’t feel right, y’know? I think when part of me, of whatever I’m in, is gone, it’s just…y’know, gone.”

Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 552
Peter Clines
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