A paraplegic. Meaning that one wrong step during the "procedure" and he'd never walk again. He curses lowly. "I think I'll pass on letting anyone cut into my spine, thank you all the same."

He rolls the muscles in his back experimentally. There's not really any pain, just a slight feeling of pressure, of something being there that hadn't been. Nothing he couldn't live with; and even though he hates the idea of those bastards being able to track him, he likes the idea of not being able to walk even less. For someone who's as active as Nathaniel, being paralyzed is almost as bad as being dead.