[Stephen stares at him, mouth going dry and heart thudding away at the thought of it. Just like that -- just die one more time, and he could have working hands again. In the grand scheme of things that's not so great a price, really, and he has to remind himself sharply that it isn't the same as before. There's no Eye here guaranteeing that his death will be temporary.
He hears the second part, the clarification about the heartbeat, but he's having a little trouble caring as he watches House rub at the leg he shouldn't be able to stand on, some voice in the back of his mind rattling off an easy observation about phantom pain.]
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He hears the second part, the clarification about the heartbeat, but he's having a little trouble caring as he watches House rub at the leg he shouldn't be able to stand on, some voice in the back of his mind rattling off an easy observation about phantom pain.]
That was the first time? Your first death?