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[banshee_rider]

[She'd been trying to ignore something since the whole fiasco went down, but the castle had gradually strengthened the intensity of her urges until she's flipping open the journal now and clearing her throat.]

This is Spartan-087.

[She sounds a little confused. Mainly, why is she so compelled to leave a message like this?]

I bruised my hand.

[It'd been when she'd punched the vent in, looking for the bomb, but really it's almost healed up now; it's such a niggling injury compared to what she's had before.]

I'm -- not sure why I told you.

[Hello, Kelly, welcome to your loss. After an awkward pause,]

087, out.

Comments

[encryptedlock]

Yeah. Usually after about two weeks.

[It's really not normal--except in this place.]

--And it's not exactly a walk in the park, either.

[banshee_rider]

No, it wouldn't be. [Hell, considering everything she's been through since her augmentations, she practically speaks through experience.]

[encryptedlock]

[Someone who believes him. Crazy.]

It does make it easier on those of us left behind, though.

[banshee_rider]

No, but as long as you can fight on in their memory, that's something.

[Speaking from experience, here.]

[encryptedlock]

Yeah. Yeah, I have a lot of those.

[Does fighting in his own memory count?]

[banshee_rider]

I don't doubt it.

[...She'd want more intel before she made a decision on that one :/ ]