With the fallen re-emerging, some had come back... Changed. Physically at least, and in the most unfortunate of ways. Siren's alteration had been the most noticable, and the collective displeasure had been echoing within his own mind for days. Its form, designed by Mother's own theoritical hand, had been tarnished. by an invasive growth. Worse still, it was asymetrical. Juggernaut's own self esteem had taken a blow with the severing of a tentacle, but watching a sibling suffer through the same was out of the question - not when he could help.

"Sister - approach. I can assist." It called through the network, along with a gentle plea to those the broadcast reached. "If you too can help, please come." He did not doubt his own abilities, but if a removal was attempted... It doubted it would be pretty.

The connection between the siblings strengthed as one - no, two - approached. Siren's guilt tugged at his own insides, the pity sent back in endless dark waves (perhaps to smother the jolt of visceral discomfort that arced through his body as its afflicted sibling came into view.)

A tragedy, one of many from that gruesome day. "I am sorry. You fell for the cause, and you were rewarded... poorly." The words came with reassurance. They had been wronged, they had been ruined. They would be restored, soon.

Its thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the other one. All the eyes facing Ace squinted with a muted disapproval - they did not want to cause more distress than necessary. Juggernaut answered him aloud this time. "We will remove it, yes." It raised a spined limb, further communicating its intentions and chosen method. It was not quite a tool of precision, but it was the only one between them that wasn't soaked in venom.

Regardless of how little it would do, Juggernaut would had eight pairs of eyes, and had plenty to spare to give Ace a judging side eye whenever he crossed a line. Yes, every mind dealt with stress differently, and he was happy to accomodate a sibling - but he would not let antagonising behaviour go completely unaddressed. The fight was over, they were home - could he refrain from speaking for two seconds?

It considered the suggestion for a moment. "Your... Coating. It could cause problems." It let out a long, grumbling hiss (the mutant crab equivalent of a 'hmmmm...') "But it could be a distraction, also." Its words on the matter ended there, and Ace was left with a disinterested surrender - do as you wish.

Now for the hard part - a tendril moved to wrap around Siren's affected limb, pulling the tentacle outward and closer to its various sharper edges. He gave a reassuring squeeze, though it would probably mean very little to any of them in the amatuer surgery to come. "Ready?" He sure wasn't.

Juggernaut was deeply reliant on the connection of other minds to ground him, more so than others. The deep concern for his sibling's wellbeing exacerbated the issue. He feels the anxiety, from her and Ace, the bristle of an itch needed to be scratched, the discomfort of the unknown, the terror of what they did know. It destabilised him deeply - but it must be done. He raises a limb like the executioner's axe.

And then Ace's posion makes contact with Siren's skin, and the would be surgeon was hit with a wave of nausea. The focus is lost, but the determination remains, and it drives the leg what it assumes to be down, but what is actually more horizontal. The gemstone clatters to the ground, severed - but so does the tentacle, and another, and a couple more. The blow leaves a hideous gash in its form.

For a brief moment, there is silence. Then horror. And then-