Coruscant hadn't changed in the last few weeks since he'd last been but still, Max found himself short on patience for the place. Yavin was a good place to recover in some ways but there were things that didn't change. No matter how many Empires, Republics or Alliances formed over the many years, Coruscant remained the centre in so many ways. It didn't need to be the capital to be the place that drew attention no matter the era and sometimes that was for the detriment of it's locals; and sometimes it was a good thing.
One of those things was technology.
If someone made something and wanted to get eyes on it? They sent it to Coruscant. Max came to Coruscant to discuss treatment and replacement plans with some of the healers there, the ones with the access to fancy tech that the healers on Yavin didn't know about yet. His arm was still within the glass cage as it had been since his arrival at Yavin.
He really, really, disliked it.
But the options that were being floated around were equally as distasteful to him. They wanted him cut off the two parts of his arm that remained and replace the whole thing with a robotic replacement. Some of the models even had fake skin that would match his skin perfectly - with the nerves connected it would be like he never lost it.
Except that was kind of the point; he HAD lost it and he didn't want to avoid that fact. If anything, Max wanted to be reminded of it every time he looked down at his own hand. Sitting on the stairs of the hospital, Max slipped a cigarette into the corner of his mouth and held it there with his lips before lighting it with a brief application of Force Fire from the tip of his left thumb.
He nearly burned part of his beard off... he was not adjusting well to being left-handed.
@Killa Ree