When a vampire visits,The world stops

""Oh, so now you need me," she sighed, not surprised he would return with a weapon of some magnitude. "First you want to off me, now you need me. Why am I not surprised? Well, unless there is a new arm, or your original model, in that bag, the most I can do is to stop the bleeding. I can do that, but you surely don't need a bomb to get me to do that. I honestly don't want to see you die. I'd much rather find you living out the rest of your time in Azkaban. As for sanctuary, this is not a convent. And what exactly did you do now that makes you so desperate, aside from your past record?" She rose from her desk slowly. "I presume I am allowed to look at the damage?"

"You know the original might be salvagable if it is intact. And I presume if you lost it at the ministry, you also know I'd have to get it from them. I think I could do that, if you would allow me to. However, that choice is yours. Realize, though, that if we opt to use an artificial arm, you stand the same risk of a foreign body rejection like anyone else. That rejection could be fatal. The choice is yours. I can send the owl to Faelen, but I want you to be very, very sure of what you want."

"Another murder, Ne'Os? When I could replace your arm? When does it stop? Does it ever stop, or do you just keep killing for the sake of it?" Khaat sat on the edge of her desk, sighing heavily. "As I recall, he is very devoted to you. Is that what he gets for serving you and backing you up and being as close as a friend as you would ever understand? You were once capable of a lot more than this. It does make me very sad to see what you have become."

"Then do with him as you please," Khaat said coldly. There was no turning his mind around at this point anyway. Let's just get this overwith. I want that bomb out of my hospital. Oh, and one more thing, are you prepared to either let me use anaesthesia--in which case you'll sleep--or do you want me to leave you awake, in which case, I am extremely limited on how much of your pain I can control. As a wise man once said, 'I do magic, not miracles.' So--how limited am I in helping you?"