Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20170116035227


 * I lay her with care on her table as Hastings gets to work. The Covenant infantry eliminate the last of her duplicates. They begin cutting through the door with a plasma cutter. Weatherbee, the Spartans, marines, and I move several tables in between Kit and the door. I look at Kit and nod as I speak with sorrow.

Me: See, you on the far side, my love.