It is right. Whatever else, this is where he needs to be. For the first time in perhaps his entire life, he is starting to feel as though he belongs somewhere, doing something.

Harding can try to deny it all he wishes, but Benjamin will be right there to remind him - this is where they are supposed to be.

Comrades in arms. Together.

He nods, moves to stand back, and then hesitates.

"A moment."

His arm is still robotic, but - it feels like he can change that. He only needs to figure out how, as he did when he changed the buzzsaw back to a hand. Benjamin stares at his arm, concentrating, trying to remember the feeling when he wished for a hand again, and one simply was.

Somewhat miraculously, it works. His arm shifts, transforms, and though it still feels heavy and off, it appears to be human once more.