[ Nothing springs to mind that could stitch together this tumult thrashing inside him and put it into words. When faith in your superiors is all you have ever known, what was a pillar in everything you been taught. For that to collapse was...alienating. He still didn't know what to think of Lasky other than a cog in a bigger machine; the likes of Palmer and the fireteams of IVs another matter entirely.
For once, he doesn't trust what other people are telling him. Told him. He trusted Halsey and that didn't waver even an inch.
Her eyes are wet and John feels something tighten in his throat. He doesn't know how else to proceed other that to be the unflappable SPARTAN Halsey made him into. To continue to fit the mold she made for him believing that would put her mind at ease better than some awkwardly executed commiserating he scarcely understood the nuances of himself. ]
Thank you, ma'am.
[ John stands proud, voice even. He misses his friend bitterly, but he can't help neither her nor anyone by chasing ghosts. ]
no subject
For once, he doesn't trust what other people are telling him. Told him. He trusted Halsey and that didn't waver even an inch.
Her eyes are wet and John feels something tighten in his throat. He doesn't know how else to proceed other that to be the unflappable SPARTAN Halsey made him into. To continue to fit the mold she made for him believing that would put her mind at ease better than some awkwardly executed commiserating he scarcely understood the nuances of himself. ]
Thank you, ma'am.
[ John stands proud, voice even. He misses his friend bitterly, but he can't help neither her nor anyone by chasing ghosts. ]