[There's a stab of guilt as he witnesses the damage, hating that he had to take such drastic measures to take down such an intricate piece of machinery. In the end, it was their safety over it's survival, so there really wasn't much of an option, but...

Carefully, he treads over to where James was cradling the hand of his beloved murderous arm, the look of regret very much sincere upon his face. His eyes travel to the busted wires in the other boy's attached limb, to the spasming metallic terror on the ground.]

... I'm sorry. It was the only thing I could do to stop it without getting another sharp object in it's reach again. But I don't think it's unsalvagable? I think with a bit of work, it can probably be functional again... and maybe iron out that bug, too.

[That 'Let's menace people and be a nuisance to society' bug, anyway-- he nods over to the limp arm at Jame's side, eyes questioning.]

Do you, um... need an extra hand with that? Getting that arm working again, I mean.