"I must be having an episode; the use of computers puts too much strain on my brain. I've had signs of cyberpsychosis for a long time... It's okay, just take it off and rest for a while, it'll be fine."
Mikhail removed the prosthetic eye he had been wearing before. Then he felt somewhat relieved that the prestigious name of Michael Angel wasn't something these ordinary Elf Black Snake Species of the Twelfth Rank could know. They now must hide their origins from the Holy Land.
"You'd better take it slow; there are many things in your body that aren't original parts. Your body's operational pattern is so bizarre and completely removed from its original human state that it's hard for me to perform any healing; you'll have to rely on yourself. Here are some snacks, though according to our estimates, we should reach the Royal Capital today... Wait a moment, I have something to do."
