[He would be ridiculously impressed, to be honest. But at least Kaz is a man for poetry and speeches, ways to use words.]

[To this day, sometimes he thinks in music. Not as often as he used to, but sometimes.]

That sounds plenty creative to me.

Tell me where you are. It might take me a bit. My leg's not working. But don't worry. I can get along fine.

[He did have his chance to have a real one. Maybe he should make the attempt later. But this time, at least passing off pieces of the prosthetic to use for escape plans would do him some good.]