[ This is what happens, when a god cuts off your hand, and then a bunch of poor Kowloosians try to curry favor. They come up with both the worst option, and yet the best they have available. Silco had not started to pursue the possibility of prosthetics, so when the opportunity presented itself... he had taken it. And embraced it wholeheartedly. After all, the loss of his hand had been inconvenient at best, and more importantly: a severe debilitation, given the nature of their time as shard-bearers had involved battle.

Silco wasn't exactly a master fighter as it was. He needed everything he had. ]

It can be.

[ He admitted, bluntly. ] I control the dosage, the effects, and generally with Shard-bearers, I have not sought to make them addicted. An addicted individual with powers is... messy.

And I have plenty of those downstairs.

[ He admitted.

He didn't exactly want Matt to be addicted to his touch (help) as it was. ] It will also not give you the rest of the effects. The strength, the speed, the... mental additions.

Simply the adrenaline rush necessary to weather the pain.

[ Silco didn't say "trust me", but he thought that Matt might understand: he's simply being up front with his conditions. Iff Matt didn't like it, he certainly didn't have to feed him. ]