"I've gotta do this. I've gotta protect everyone, even when it's hard. It's my job."
He's said it before, to explain why he had to risk himself, why he had to make a sacrifice. That's what they're using as ammunition here, to let his personality loose a tiny bit but still control him.
Him wanting to protect everyone. His love for others.
Love is in his voice now.
"Don't make me fight you, Grif." He floats up in the air, trying to get a better view over the equipment. "I was hoping you'd...you'd be there. At my side."
He says it like it's something he's wanted without realizing he wanted it. Like it's something he's felt but didn't have the words for.
"If you help me, you won't have to be afraid anymore. You won't have to fight so hard all the time, or work through so many awful things. You can finally just...chill. All the time. Because death will just be a distant memory and in a world without death, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Except, y'know, for eternal suffering.
"And I'll make sure nobody ever treats you like you're disposable," he spits out the word angrily, "ever again."
He thinks he sees him hiding behind something and he floats along slowly, trying to get a better angle.
"The UNSC were monsters for thinking your life wasn't worth something. And if you help me, everyone will see that. Everyone will appreciate what you did for them. No more stupid jokes about how lazy you are, about how much of a slob you are. Finally, everyone will see what I see."
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He's said it before, to explain why he had to risk himself, why he had to make a sacrifice. That's what they're using as ammunition here, to let his personality loose a tiny bit but still control him.
Him wanting to protect everyone. His love for others.
Love is in his voice now.
"Don't make me fight you, Grif." He floats up in the air, trying to get a better view over the equipment. "I was hoping you'd...you'd be there. At my side."
He says it like it's something he's wanted without realizing he wanted it. Like it's something he's felt but didn't have the words for.
"If you help me, you won't have to be afraid anymore. You won't have to fight so hard all the time, or work through so many awful things. You can finally just...chill. All the time. Because death will just be a distant memory and in a world without death, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Except, y'know, for eternal suffering.
"And I'll make sure nobody ever treats you like you're disposable," he spits out the word angrily, "ever again."
He thinks he sees him hiding behind something and he floats along slowly, trying to get a better angle.
"The UNSC were monsters for thinking your life wasn't worth something. And if you help me, everyone will see that. Everyone will appreciate what you did for them. No more stupid jokes about how lazy you are, about how much of a slob you are. Finally, everyone will see what I see."