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Look best to just leave me dead. It's easier than causing pain to those I know. Just, drop me where you found me.

No one needs me to come back.

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H-hey... buddy...

[Kat raised her brow... frowning.]

You shouldn't say thing's like that, y' know.
I'm sure that's not even true.

They've gotten past my death, no need for them to rehash it. My mun is just an evil bitch.

You died?

[Oh.]

Holy shit.

...

...

How...? If... If it's okay to ask. If it's not that's okay too.

Shot in the head by a terrorist.

[There was a very distinct expression of pain on her face at that. She had lost someone to a gunshot wound.]

You're a soldier?

Yes, or I was. Not sure how that works n this whole scheme.

And you're not glad to be back?
It's a opportunity to... continue life on. As if it never happened.

Be with your family again.
Why is them getting over you so important... if you're back?

I wouldn't necessarily say that, from everything I've heard.

(...)

Yeah. I've been doing that since I showed up. I've been constantly compared to you.

See, now I feel like I should be apologizing for that.

It's fine. I got used to it after a while.

[Offers a hand.]

Andrew Garrett.

(Pauses a moment before shaking his hand.)

John Porter.

It's good to finally meet you. I'm afraid I'm nowhere near as impressive as everything I've heard about you.

(See, Andrew can be self-deprecating. Kind of. On a Wednesday. Also joking helps hide the part of him that has no idea what to do about this.)

I'm really not that impressive.

Your colleagues still speak quite highly of you.

Which ones?

Scott and Stonebridge.

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