[He should probably work quicker. Masaomi is only here for his sake, after all - if he was sincere about that line about not wanting to force one of his best friends into things, he'd make sure not to keep him longer than required. There'll be time to inspect the body later in Luceti, when he has more light to work by. Here in the dark, however, he makes out that the source of the jingling seems to be a chain.
Inside of the one-size fits all gloves of their hazmat suits, his hands shake and he can't understand why they won't stop. This is nothing. It should be nothing.
Two more attempts, and at last he manages to work the chain from around Davis' stiff neck. A pair of dog tags weighs it down at one end, rattling faintly against each other in his unsteady grasp. He pockets them before getting back to the task at hand: Seal Davis in the scroll. Get Masaomi back to camp. With a cloud of smoke, Objective A is accomplished at least.]
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Inside of the one-size fits all gloves of their hazmat suits, his hands shake and he can't understand why they won't stop. This is nothing. It should be nothing.
Two more attempts, and at last he manages to work the chain from around Davis' stiff neck. A pair of dog tags weighs it down at one end, rattling faintly against each other in his unsteady grasp. He pockets them before getting back to the task at hand: Seal Davis in the scroll. Get Masaomi back to camp. With a cloud of smoke, Objective A is accomplished at least.]