Throughout the start of the surgery, Gallus took a seat and watched on with a mix of curiosity and unease. He considered himself to be used to gore, having butchered kills and fought in battles, but there was something about seeing someone's still pulsing flesh that made his face tingle uncomfortably.

It took about ten minutes before he stood up to leave. He counted himself lucky that he had an excuse. "If I am not required," he began quietly so he wouldn't disturb La'tahne, "I am to go and train Tzirret this morning." He pointed his thumb to the door. "I'll be around later to hear the results."

After Gallus left the room and began striding to the training rooms, he took a few deep breaths to get his mind off what he just witnessed. Every stony clink he would hear would make his eyes twitch for weeks.