Crosshair had been staring at his 'hand' for quite some time now. 'Hand' in parenthesis because wasn't anything there, yet it felt like there was. It was aggravating to know there was nothing there but a phantom ache, yet his mind continued to assure him his hand was still there.

When Crosshair lost his hand, all he could think of was, 'I deserved it'. Perhaps this was his way of atoning for his past indiscretions—a way of paying back for everything he had done in the past. And then, with that idea, a profound pain burned from where his hand had been severed completely.

"It still feels like it's there..." Crosshair murmured to you, his gaze fixed on the spot where his hand had once been.

You had sat with him the entire time, even when he was handed something new in place of his hand, serving as a form of consolation. He'd heard about phantom pains before. But he never imagined it would feel like this.