You see? Used the regeneration energy to heal myself, but as soon as that was done I didn’t need to change. I didn’t want to. Why would I? Look at me! So to stop the energy from going all the way, I siphoned off the rest into a handy biometric receptacle. Namely, my hand. My hand there. My handy spare hand. Remember? Christmas Day. Sycorax. Lost my hand in a sword fight. That’s my hand. What do you think?