[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Anglo American Hospital 
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

        The items up for Reginald's inspection gave him no solace, no sense of immediate closure. It was the appearance of finality at the end of a tunnel, giving him a sense that maybe, sometime in the future, he would be able to fully accept the reality of his situation. Peter was indeed dead. This time. 

        He briefly considered claiming the watch and other personal effects for himself, citing his relation to the man and the fact that they were both military officers. It was protocol to go over these items before passing them along to the family, anyway. [color=b8860b]"No, thank you. This shall be sufficient to identify."[/color] he said quietly but clearly, [color=b8860b]"If I might have a moment with his things before I claim his remains?"[/color] It was less of a question, more of a statement of what was to occur next. 

        Careful hands picked up and inspected every piece of Peter's charred belongings. Cufflinks, wallet, watch, the handle of his cane, even the irregular piece of something that was embedded in his leg. [i]Especially[/i] the irregular piece of something that was embedded in his leg. A foreign object that may or may not have contributed to his death, be it directly or indirectly? It deserved his scrutiny before he moved on. 

        Without context or prompting, Reginald looked to George as the inspection continued, saying, [color=b8860b]"I appreciate your assistance with this difficult task, Mr. Benaszewski. You seem a decent and loyal fellow. As we finish things here, I should wish to buy you a drink. A bit of spirits among Men of Honor to tribute our dear and fallen."[/color]