DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

Michael panted in an agitated state, still overwhelmed and scared. He didn't looke precisely stable, but he had to keep his wits to him. He looked back down at their former officer, he had been yelling to Drake only twenty to thirty minutes ago, and now his head was a bloody mush with a bent stake on it. Michael had no words for that, but maybe Drake was right, the medigel wouldn't have been enough to save him let alone keep him from eventually going into a coma.

He sighed, "H-hey, Drake?" Michael knew better than to get emotional, but he had to be certain this wouldn't hinder their team work, as it would consequently hinder their chances to save his brother or worse, keep them from surviving this ordeal, "Look. I'm sorry. You're not a murderer... I... I think I would've done the same... in your position," he finished.

Looking towards him, he hurried over to the cargo and got on the opposite side, "This is a slider box. Normally a claw grips it and slides it off, but without any nearby we'll have to slide the lid off by ourselves," he explained, then placed his arms on top of the lid, sliding one of his hands to the side, "I'm ready."