Pulling on the parts of himself that aren't made for survival is difficult for Maine. Like finding a part of a blade that can't be used as a weapon. Sure, the handle is less effective, but it can still be used for bludgeoning.

Sometimes, he feels like his whole being has been forged and reforged, skin and muscle pounded into the shape he needs. Sometimes, he feels more like his armor than a person.

(No small wonder, then, that he doesn't object when treated like a weapon. He's treated himself that way for a long time.)

He digs into the shortcake, making a pleased sound as it hits his tongue. Damn, this is good!