Fitted for a proper one. It makes it sound so permanent, inevitable. Like he truly has no other options--the arm is gone, and he needs a prosthetic. Which, objectively, he knows--but to hear it aloud like this makes it feel all the more real and all the more terrifying.

He wants to wrap his arms around himself all of a sudden but surprise, he can't. So instead, he grips his shoulder.

"Yeah...yeah. Thanks."

(In his defense, Grell came up with this one!)