Genma watched Hiro's approach and retreat with guarded eyes, picking up on Raidou's apprehension. When the handoff was complete, Hiro stepping away and Raidou turning back towards him, he let his breath go. Raidou held the tags on their familiar steel chains, clutched carefully in his big, calloused hand as if the metal might snap. He looked at them a long moment, then carefully disentangled them and turned with a groan to stretch them out towards Genma.

They hung from tough-skinned, blunt-tipped fingers like amulets. Proof that they were still alive. Genma pulled his wrist free from Raidou's grasp and strained to reach for them, brushing his own scar-marked fingertips against them, making them clink and sway like wind chimes. He managed to grab Raidou's, running his thumb over the raised type, while he stared at his own, reading name, reg number, birthdate. Blood type.

His gaze twitched to the IV taped into the back of his hand, and the thick tube filled with rich blood. A-positive. And Raidou's was AB. He didn't have to look at Raidou's tags to know it. His thumbnail caught on the letters: AB POS. He wondered whose blood it was giving color to Raidou's cheeks, keeping his own heart beating.

"Guess we're really still here, Rai. I don't think they give you your tags in the Pure Land. Course I also don't think it's supposed to hurt this much there." He chuckled dryly, eyes searching Raidou's. "You hear that? Intel's got our stuff. We're never gonna get it back now."