"S'fine." He rolls his bad shoulder -- what used to be his bad shoulder, anyway -- to demonstrate. "That's what I'm saying. Healed up already. Like it never happened almost."

Almost; there are shiny scars beneath his torn clothes and the dried blood, newly knitted. He's taken much longer to recover from much worse before, but that doesn't mean the injuries weren't significant while they were there.

"It's better'n the bullshit I heard you guys were dealin' with. Might as well keep doing it, if I gotta. Ain't seeing any downsides."

He has weird priorities, though. And he doesn't have a full appreciation yet for what else he might've lost.