[ The air was stale and John could smell trapped water under the poured concrete that gave the room a humid smell that reminded him of rainfall after it dried into the tarmac on an airfield. Only he didn't like this - it was stifling, more claustrophobic than when he had his helmet on. Blue eyes shadowed into the dull, gun metal grey collar of an empty rifle chamber dart around them and for the first in years John feels deeply unsettled to be out of armor. Outside where he could feel rather just read meteorological data off his HUD and how the sweat chills down the nape of his neck.
He absolutely hates this, but nothing is shown but for the shadows bruised under his eyes and the tight line he pulled his mouth in. ]
Have you heard of the Didact?
[ The response might seem glib to anyone else, but his gaze anchors on Halsey's; onto something familiar. He wants to know because even in his crumbling emotional state he would be reticent to waste her time with inessential details. ]
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He absolutely hates this, but nothing is shown but for the shadows bruised under his eyes and the tight line he pulled his mouth in. ]
Have you heard of the Didact?
[ The response might seem glib to anyone else, but his gaze anchors on Halsey's; onto something familiar. He wants to know because even in his crumbling emotional state he would be reticent to waste her time with inessential details. ]