Boil

Boil doesn't look up while the mechanics speak, he just puts the head gently back onto the pile, face down. "Thank you, don't let me keep you from your duties." The glow from his eyes seems a bit dimmer as he raises to his feet.

Still serving even in death... Would The Master have done the same?

He heads back to the deck. Welding wouldn't be the answer to his problem, it seemed like a step back really. As he walks down the corridor he slides the spear from his grip with his free hand. The two outer fingers were still locked in the position. If he tried, he could move the joints at the tips, but the rest was still rigid. As he walked through the hall, searching for the solution, the color returned from to his eyes.