C82 Claim and Mark

"Fuck are you doing?" Atlas stands across the headless Max with a scrunched up face, his blue eyes tingled with cold judgment. Aldrin came up behind him and so did Asera and Ayen. They watch Max scramble on the floor before getting his hands on his own head. He pulls it closer and attaches it onto his neck. Slowly, the torn flesh on his neck reached out to his head, binding together like threads