"Forty-two years," he said. "Forty-three now, I think. Time acts funny in the Bleed."
He shook it off. Get up, keep walking. Like anything else.
"His name is R'tas 'Vadum, and he's a shipmaster. Ex-Covenant. Any of them that're still alive are. Some kind of civil war broke out after they glassed Reach and we got some temporary allies with split lips."
It's all dispassionate, though. He would've been angry, he would've resented them, but he just didn't have the energy to spend on it anymore.
"Besides, if you don't restrain yourself the ship will, or I'll have to peel security officers off of you, and we don't need good men in the brig."
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He shook it off. Get up, keep walking. Like anything else.
"His name is R'tas 'Vadum, and he's a shipmaster. Ex-Covenant. Any of them that're still alive are. Some kind of civil war broke out after they glassed Reach and we got some temporary allies with split lips."
It's all dispassionate, though. He would've been angry, he would've resented them, but he just didn't have the energy to spend on it anymore.
"Besides, if you don't restrain yourself the ship will, or I'll have to peel security officers off of you, and we don't need good men in the brig."