"It was the best I could think of at the time, apart from buying you a new liver—but you were too full of implants and metal anyway," Serrin said, then realized the clumsiness of his words. If Tom was now a Bear shaman, every piece of cyberware in his body would be hateful to him, an alien presence reminding him of a past he’d rather forget. Wouldn't it? The troll seemed to read his mind.