Szayel turned his head to eye Lumi, a slight sneer on his face. Backwards world, indeed.

"We do," he said, snippily, "it's called automail." He'd trained to install it. Yylfordt had trained to build it. Together, they were able to design it. It had proven to be a monumentally bad idea to attempt it when he and Ylfordt couldn't get along for more than five minutes at a time in order to do so, however, and Szayel had gone and taken the job in Draklor while Yylfordt had gone to his precious airships.

"Unfortunately for him, it takes months to be fully rehabilitated." Szayel sniffed, "Not to mention, it isn't cheap if he does last long enough to be worth the effort and expense."