“and imagine, they thought we were safe out here.”
it’s said with a bit of disdain, but also, perhaps, a hint of gravitas. two years ago, this planet hadn’t been anywhere near the covenant’s eye, but lately they had grown, pushing farther and farther. it had only been a matter of time before they’d found this place and, unfortunately, his superiors and their spartans just hadn’t been quick enough to rescue them. only otto had managed to survive, and that was out of sheer luck.
his grip tightened on the folder, paper crinkling beneath his fingers. all of his team, murdered; his friends, his family– his WIFE. they were all dead, murdered at the hands of an alien race who cared for nothing but death and destruction.
“i thank you and your team for coming to our rescue. it is not your fault they sent you a few weeks too late, and i– should not have taken that out on you.”
“ I want to believe in safety, but as this war goes on ... ” Carter lapses into silence. He’d thought the same on his home world. He’d thought them safe. And then without warning, everything was ripped away from him. His only solace came in the form of the SPARTAN-III program, and that at it’s best was rather poor.
“ You are welcome. The regret most of us carry is that we were unable to get there faster. One life is better than none, however it’s not the ideal that I would like to be able to accomplish. ” The guilt will fester in him, as it usually does. He needs no help to take it all on his shoulders, it’s become normal. As the battles drag on, he’ll bury it. Deeper and deeper until it comes to him in his fitful sleep, if one could even call it sleep at this point.
Although he knew for a fact Noble Team was not sent to necessarily rescue anyone. Most everyone he spoke with believed all the personnel on the planet dead. Carter never wanted to believe in it, and he’s thankful he didn’t. He might never have found Otto if he hadn’t gone looking off the path Noble had been set to follow. Although that is something he considers unnecessary information.
“ I know what this is like. ” The compassionate side of him speaks, a slightly softer tone taking over his voice as he keeps his gaze ahead, picking his way into and through a building, cover being important. “ I don’t know if you heard of Biko, but the same instance happened there. It was not pretty, and it tore a lot apart. ” He can’t say anything for any support gained for such tragedies, as he’d been conditioned as a soldier. None of his emotional wounds had ever healed properly. “ My recommendation is to try sleeping medication for the first few weeks. It may make at least that part easier on you. ” A luxury he was never afforded, but one he imagined could possibly give a hand.
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