Trust me, you don't ever wanna face the alternative. It's the opposite of awesome.

[He points his omnicom so Grif sees a better view of his prosthetic arm and then it goes back to his face.]

See that? That's not even the only limb I've lost and I didn't lose it during the war. The medicos had to grow me a new leg once after an orbital bombardment.

[He leaves the worst part of it unspoken: that he'd had to call it down on his own men, killing hundreds of them to cover the retreat of thousands more.]

Whenever you get back home? Enjoy your rocks.