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"Its been a while, old friend. How have you been since we last spoke?"
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This theory still lives rent free in my mind
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"I would've never guessed."
At least Forerunners knew what sarcasm was, well he did anyway.
"Then I have a feeling you'll get a lot of use out of our apparently 'outdated' [military hardware]."
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"That sounds a lot like what the Builders did during my lifetime, perhaps you would've fit in with them instead of us Warriors."
He says with a shrug.
"My [rate] was never known for its subtlety."
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Then she would probably faint at the sight of some older and 'outdated' Forerunner weaponary. There was a reason Warriors were so drawn to destrucfion at one time in their history.
"Kill each other off. You mean through a [manufactured civil war]?"
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See that's what you and Spirit seem to not grasp.
What the Spartan and I are doing is just some friendly banter.
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That got her a smile from the Ptomethean.
"I don't see you breaking planets any time soon."
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"Did you forget, our constructs broke Doisac."
Was it too soon to make jokes about that? He was about to find out.
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I love catching minor spelling mistakes literally right after I sent the tweet
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"The Master Juridical already has a bodyguard. And remember: this [dog] can bite."
He warned, hoping the tone of his voice would signal to her not to go down that path. Letting his hand drop down to his side, he looked away.
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"Potential for what?" Any she'd ever had had been quashed and squandered. There was little left, it at all. Though, she'd never admit it.
"I have no potential to be a Juridical's [guard dog]," she bites albeit with less edge than usual. "But..."
She casts a glance to his -
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"Under your obvious hatred of authority and your [reckless abandon], I see raw potential."
He says, his usually hard features softening. He then put an armored six hand in her shoulder.
"You lack focus in combat, but I can help fix that with training.
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A snide comment sits on her tongue until she turns and her eyes absorb the style of the armour. Her fingers squeeze the tool in her grip while her eyes flicker with reverence before sliding into begrudging acceptance.
"..."
She accepts it with a quiet sigh and a small sharply -
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