[ John, of course, rattles off all known information about the people he's taken to associate with since his arrival to Halsey. ]
Agent Peggy Carter and a Chris Redfield. Neither of them made any explicit references to their respective military branches. I was led to believe Carter is associated with the British Armed Forces; she made mention of serving sometime around the Second World War.
[ beat. Time - it's confusing. ]
I trust her. Redfield? United States military, maybe. Twenty-first century. All pre-UEG.
[ He finished off what for him would be bordering on long winded when suddenly, Halsey hands him something. It was thick, good quality sketch paper with a weight to it - exactly like the one he had been carrying but he saw right away that this was a different piece of paper. One possibly pulled from the same sketchbook. Wordlessly, he gingerly takes it from Halsey dreading what he already knows is beneath the folds.
Even in MJOLNIR, John can be deft even gentle with his hands. The paper doesn't even crinkle when he unfurls it. He can start to smell dried salt behind his visor; he blinks rapidly. Halsey only seeing how he looks at every corner of the room before his gaze anchors back on the sketch.
Cortana sometimes looked like Halsey when John could remember her face behind the glare of lights in the auditorium on Reach as she explains why they were never going home again. Sometimes he could see Miranda, although he never knew why.
Here all he could see was Cortana. In the first drawing, done in dried ink with messing lines pulled together into an imperfect but lifelike image, she was standing with her back turned. Hands on her hips and head cocked ever so slightly as she sometimes did when projected on the holotanks. He could superimpose that easy smile she would be wearing face him.
The second drawing was a bust shot. Here, Cortana was in repose; turned halfway turned him with a relaxed almost sleepy expression he never seen her wear before. Head turned so far into the palm it rested in that her neatly trimmed 'hair' spilled against her shoulder. She appeared to be so...calm. He remembered the last time she looked so at peace and mechanically held the drawing back out for Halsey.
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Agent Peggy Carter and a Chris Redfield. Neither of them made any explicit references to their respective military branches. I was led to believe Carter is associated with the British Armed Forces; she made mention of serving sometime around the Second World War.
[ beat. Time - it's confusing. ]
I trust her. Redfield? United States military, maybe. Twenty-first century. All pre-UEG.
[ He finished off what for him would be bordering on long winded when suddenly, Halsey hands him something. It was thick, good quality sketch paper with a weight to it - exactly like the one he had been carrying but he saw right away that this was a different piece of paper. One possibly pulled from the same sketchbook. Wordlessly, he gingerly takes it from Halsey dreading what he already knows is beneath the folds.
Even in MJOLNIR, John can be deft even gentle with his hands. The paper doesn't even crinkle when he unfurls it. He can start to smell dried salt behind his visor; he blinks rapidly. Halsey only seeing how he looks at every corner of the room before his gaze anchors back on the sketch.
Cortana sometimes looked like Halsey when John could remember her face behind the glare of lights in the auditorium on Reach as she explains why they were never going home again. Sometimes he could see Miranda, although he never knew why.
Here all he could see was Cortana. In the first drawing, done in dried ink with messing lines pulled together into an imperfect but lifelike image, she was standing with her back turned. Hands on her hips and head cocked ever so slightly as she sometimes did when projected on the holotanks. He could superimpose that easy smile she would be wearing face him.
The second drawing was a bust shot. Here, Cortana was in repose; turned halfway turned him with a relaxed almost sleepy expression he never seen her wear before. Head turned so far into the palm it rested in that her neatly trimmed 'hair' spilled against her shoulder. She appeared to be so...calm. He remembered the last time she looked so at peace and mechanically held the drawing back out for Halsey.
There was only one question on his mind. ]
Why?