[She has to stop and think for a moment before the face clicks. You'll forgive if she doesn't exactly remember you, York.]
If it were just me or Church that were affected, that would be one thing. But... seeing what he became... what he did to you, Carolina, Maine, all of you... all because I couldn't say one goddamn word before I got transferred.
[She sighs, for a while, debating whether or not to take off her helmet, but opting to keep it on for the moment.]
I guess here, I have an opportunity to say a few things to make things right. You, for instance... thanks for looking after Carolina. She's... special to me.
You don't get it do you!? The Alpha, the Freelancers, the Sim Troopers... All of it was my fault because I was too much of a pussy to give Church the closure he needed.
The fact that he couldn't get over you not saying goodbye is not your fault. It's his. He's the one that became obsessed, he's the one that fucked everyone and everything up.
[As easy as it would be to blame Allison for everything, he can't. He's seen the Director's side of things, he knows how he felt about the whole thing, and he damn well knows that if he's going to blame anyone, it's going to be the man who couldn't get over his significant other not saying one word to him, not the woman who didn't say it.]
I could have prevented it. I could've said something, or tried to get some sort of communication out when we first ran into the Covenant.
I owed them that much. Both of them. But no, I was too busy trying to be a badass, that by the time I realized that the scouting parties were essentially a declaration of war on all humanity, all our communications had been cut off.
You could have, but you shouldn't have had to. It's not like you could know what was going to happen, that he'd react that poorly.
[Shaking his head, he folds his arms over his chest.]
You couldn't have known what was going to happen on your end, either. You had no way of getting back to him to say anything. Seriously. You can't go blaming yourself for his issues. It shouldn't have ended up the way it did, and it's on his goddamn shoulders, not yours.
Don't beat yourself up about it.
[Much as he'd rather not admit it, he doesn't like seeing her like this.]
[He'd tried to model the body as closely as he could to what he remembered looking like. Some details were easier to remember than others, especially since his memory isn't quite what it used to be.]
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If it were just me or Church that were affected, that would be one thing. But... seeing what he became... what he did to you, Carolina, Maine, all of you... all because I couldn't say one goddamn word before I got transferred.
[She sighs, for a while, debating whether or not to take off her helmet, but opting to keep it on for the moment.]
I guess here, I have an opportunity to say a few things to make things right. You, for instance... thanks for looking after Carolina. She's... special to me.
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[It's a question, even if it doesn't sound like it. He's getting that right, isn't he?
Funny. He's not sure what to think of the idea of her not knowing something like that. Considering he knows.]
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[She takes off her helmet and throws it half-heartedly at a wall before taking a seat.]
...I told him I'd see him again.
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I wouldn't say it was your fault that you didn't.
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[Eyes narrowing, he scoffs almost irritably.]
The fact that he couldn't get over you not saying goodbye is not your fault. It's his. He's the one that became obsessed, he's the one that fucked everyone and everything up.
[As easy as it would be to blame Allison for everything, he can't. He's seen the Director's side of things, he knows how he felt about the whole thing, and he damn well knows that if he's going to blame anyone, it's going to be the man who couldn't get over his significant other not saying one word to him, not the woman who didn't say it.]
You can't blame yourself for his wrongdoings.
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I could have prevented it. I could've said something, or tried to get some sort of communication out when we first ran into the Covenant.
I owed them that much. Both of them. But no, I was too busy trying to be a badass, that by the time I realized that the scouting parties were essentially a declaration of war on all humanity, all our communications had been cut off.
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[Shaking his head, he folds his arms over his chest.]
You couldn't have known what was going to happen on your end, either. You had no way of getting back to him to say anything. Seriously. You can't go blaming yourself for his issues. It shouldn't have ended up the way it did, and it's on his goddamn shoulders, not yours.
Don't beat yourself up about it.
[Much as he'd rather not admit it, he doesn't like seeing her like this.]
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Maybe this is why Halsey was so adamant about Spartans not having romantic relationships. I was sure she was just being a bitch.
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Somehow I doubt that this sort of problem is a common one in relationships, Spartan or no.
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[Mun cuts him off like halfway through season 6. He's got no clue.]
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You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea of your voice coming out of a Mjolnir helmet. Tax payer money at work, huh?
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Anyway, you think that's weird you should see what the Mun got me in Paradisa.
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If there weren't a robot inside that armor, I'd be wondering how the hell you were moving.
Oh really? What did your mun get you?
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I got an upgrade, met a guy named Harper and built me a new body. One that actually looks human.
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Oh? What does it look like? I want to see so I can make sure he got all your... "unique" traits down.
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They forgot the glasses with the tape over the nose, but, no. Not too bad.
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[He'd tried to model the body as closely as he could to what he remembered looking like. Some details were easier to remember than others, especially since his memory isn't quite what it used to be.]