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Again, Decruda was standing by the pool. It has seemed that as of late, he had been acquiring many samples, as he once again found himself standing by the pool, introducing yet another sample into the stagnant substance which pulsated life.

Obtaining the eighth sample was clearly visible on his being, as the effects of doing so still marked his body; his right shin was in a splint, his chest was wrapped up tight in dirty black stained bandages, and the skin on his arms slowly peeled off from electrical burns.

When he finished, he hobbled out of the chamber. He had lost the glass dagger during the encounter, but that was not oo large of a problem, fo he could have another made easily. It wasnt some one of a kind specially forged weapon. No, it was just a dagger made of glass, he didnt care how simple or it looked as long as it did its job.

So apparently the stuff didnt come off. A minor inconvenience.

"Someone, fetch the grafter." as all he said as something hit the floor; his hands fell off, still burning as flesh was slowly being cooked. Such was the same reason the man did not wear any gloves, or any other normally protective equipment, he could always change his tools accordingly, however he preferred not to, as it was a major waste of time to wait for one of the flesh grafters.

Apparently tehre were others in the chamber, but they remained silent, simply watching, for why else would he make such a request out loud.

Several moments passed before someone came in, and a small discussion later, the interogator was ready to get back to work. He only had one hand replaced, while the other had the scalpel grafted directly into the fleshy stump of his wrist. But when he tried to cut at the man, it just seemed to not work.

"It just keeps moving around..." he commented, watching the blade simply slide over tissue, pushing it down but not cutting.

Wasnt it sort of obvious already? Because he was not co-operating, he was only making things harder for himself.

"I wanted an answer to a question. And I got it." he explained his initial actions, "Now I'm looking for the answer to another question; how, and what are the specifics of your supernatural abilities."

To do this, he could have just asked in the beginning, but considering the lack of co-operation he was given, he didnt bother. Instead, he was just planning on taking na piece of the man's body for analysis. Of course, that part of him was suppose to be the liver, a major gland in the body.

"Maybe if I freeze it and then chip a piece off..." he muttered to himself in thought, trying to decide if that would even work considering the heated material in the man's body.

The man moved back a step while the stuff bubled and spat, popping into the air.

"Ah, well then, do you have an asnwer for that?" he aked as he picked up another syringe and began filling it with some clear substance from some unmarked bottle.

He fired off some basic questions, "How does it work? What can it do? What can't it do? Where does it come from? Is it only internal affecting or external, or both?"

He withdrew the needle from the bottle and tapped it a few times, getting rid of any air bubbles before he pushed what little extra air and some of the substance out of the syringe.

It wasnt specific enough, but that was alright.

"Is it based around a large concentration of heat, or is it fueled by flames and fire?" This was one of the important questions. There were many people running around in the world that can create fire, but if this man was based solely on the creation of heat, generated inside the body to an extremely high degree, than that would be different.

The interogator would be walking towards the man as he asnwered the question. "Ah, I see." he would say as he jabbed the needle into the back of the man'd head and injected the substance into him.

Basically, it was exactly the same tonix in the needles used to capture him, however, with the great concentration injected directly into the target area, he should be affected near instantaneously.

Because the toxin did not knock someone out, but rather paralyze them, they had to wait until he began suffocating. And after he would pass out, the man would inject the antidote into him, preventing him from dying, as well as an additional sedative to keep him out for a while.

Now, after that process, he'd have his finger sewn back own rather sloppily, and as for his eyes? If they were cauterized by Siats own ability, they'd cut it open, exposing the nerve endings as they would graft new eyes into the sockets.

After the process, they'd get rid of him, simply transporting his unconscious body and dumping him back in the dead forest where they had initially got him from. As for spilled blood during the entire interogation process, well, that would be used as a genetic sample for Decruda's project.