"I underestimated you, your poison left me in a terrible state..."

Douma laughed, his arm, which was cut off, has completely regenerated now. His regeneration was slow because of the poison you injected into him to try to kill him. That damn upper moon.

"There, I've recovered, you won't kill me with such a weak poison."

He said, with a smile as he licked the blood off his hand.