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[not_a_traitor]

["Felix Gaeta speaking."]

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[not_a_traitor]

"No, no pinching -- " He laughs, giddy, and the suddenness of his joy seems to take even Gaeta himself by surprise. "Hurts a little, but it's not the prosthesis, it's just because I haven't walked in a while. Gods, look at that."

Another tiny, bright laugh as he stares down at his feet. He takes another cautious step with Peter's help.

"I'll keep using my crutches a little longer, yeah. And I never tried sleeping in my old one anyway; I'm used to that."

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6's eyes are warm with joy as well. This is what he's wanted to do for so long, to make a tangible difference, one he can be there to witness--not from the shadows, not as an anonymous spy, but as a friend and member of the community.

"Just be sure to give it plenty of rest starting off. As you know, you'll have to get the nerves used to it. But, from here it looks to be distributing your weight evenly. Something tells me you won't be needing those crutches for long."