Marcus listened with a slight smirk as the doctor carefully explained why he was staring at the necklace. He murmured a response but the conversation was over as the shuttle had finally made it's landing. Marcus was one of the first people as it shuttered to a stop.

The male clamored out at the first opportunity, quite clumsily too. He took  a deep breath once he was out of the way of entrance of the shuttle. Looking over the horizon of the planet, it was beautiful to him. Marcus patted his pockets for some kind of keepsake. He had his revolver, but Marcus had already decided he was dying with that gun in hand. He had his device, CR3-DL, though it was not nearly as useful now, Marcus couldn't bear leaving this behind either. It was only after deep digging in his pockets did he find an item that he had most of his time growing up.

Marcus wandered a bit away from the shuttle, examining the empty casing of a bullet in his fingers. It brought up a lot of memories, a lot of which Marcus looked back at fondly despite most of them being crimes. But, still, a part of him thought it would be better leave those behind. 

Now resolved on what he was leaving behind, Marcus looked up and continued forward for a suitable resting place for the bullet casing.