Misha managed to uncurl himself and get the helmet off, the interior damp and his face streaked with tears. He could feel the phantom sensation of chains on bare skin and every inch of him crawled from the feeling.
The suit was next. He knew it hadn't been real but he had to make sure his chest wasn't cracked open and the ribs spread for viewing.
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