[Well, that solves the mystery of where the others were. But then there's a weight on his neck and, although his expression betrays none of it, his mind is thrown into instinctive panic.
One hand raises to the collar, lightly running over it to get a feel for what it looks like and, more out of discomfort than logic, if there's any clasps that would allow it to be removed.]
...I can help with the injections, too.
[It's amazing he can keep his voice flat at a time like this, with the sound of chains approaching and a brand new collar around his neck, but he manages it.]
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One hand raises to the collar, lightly running over it to get a feel for what it looks like and, more out of discomfort than logic, if there's any clasps that would allow it to be removed.]
...I can help with the injections, too.
[It's amazing he can keep his voice flat at a time like this, with the sound of chains approaching and a brand new collar around his neck, but he manages it.]