"The Empire sounds like a bag of dicks," Luther informs him, turning on another lamp so he can thread the needle. Shit, he should have asked V or Five to do this part with their tiny little fingers, their little orphan working in a factory fingers.

He manages through sheer determination, through the focus that having to do anything with his hands has taught him.

Since Kallus seems unlikely to flinch or admit to any pain during the stitches, Luther goes for distraction as he works. "So, have you seen anything like that creature out in space? Do they have planets full of 'em?"