Fun Fact! all our main nerves to move our arms are stored in the armpit

How do cold knives feel so searing? The pit of my arm is screaming, crying crimson. My brittle flesh glided through, like an eye in its socket; it had always belonged there. And now, as I sprawl this out on my wall in my own lineage, I realise why he'd chosen to only paralyse my arm. He's coming back; he never left the house.