[For a long moment, it looks like he's not sure if he wants to step into it. Then, slowly, he relents, folding himself inward.]

Aizawa-san... Yes. He had... He was dead. His body... it was bent--he had... [He pauses, trying to breath slower. It feels like an elephant is on his chest.] His mouth...

There was powder... Elder brother, please don't touch it... tomorrow...