looking at paradisa

[reengineered]

I don't want to go, even if they're there. I have somewhere important to be.

Comments

[spaceracist]

Won't lie to you, most of us didn't make it off Reach in '52, but I get the feeling you thought we were all gone before then.

[reengineered]

Yes. All of you.

I thought it was just me and Tom. That's what they told us.

[spaceracist]

Surprised they lied to us?

[Cause damn, Emile isn't.]

[reengineered]

Not anymore. I've seen a lot now.

[spaceracist]

You'll see even more if they let you go to the castle.

You gonna be okay there?

[reengineered]

I will be. I think I will.

[spaceracist]

Well. If you think you might not be.

[Just say the word and there might be a big brother from another company heading there.]

[reengineered]

I won't complain.

[About not feeling prepared at all, and about desperately wanting to be with her team. Her little makeshift team was better than being alone.]

[spaceracist]

Course you won't. You're a Spartan.

[Emile sounds a little amused, but even moreso...proud? Yeah, he can be proud of her even though they've never really met.]

Just say hi to Six for me, would you?

[reengineered]

[At least somebody's on her side. She unconsciously makes the movement for "smile".]

I will. I promise.

[spaceracist]

[Oh, honey. Emile makes the smile gesture, repeated twice.]

Good. And you need me, you call. I'll hear you.

[reengineered]

[Alright, so... Maybe she can count on this guy. She nods.]