"Matt," Maine repeats, processing the word. Name. His name. One he hadn't heard in so long that hearing it now felt... very very strange. "Haven't been called that in a while."
The Project never used names, which was probably for the best. There wasn't a real good way to explain away the fact that he didn't have one. A first name and a number. Now he had a state. Neither of them were really him, though, or so he thought. Freelancer wasn't a family like SPARTAN had been, and SPARTAN hadn't kept him because he hadn't been good enough. The welcome, though, almost outweighs the pain of the conversation.
"Expect it should have been longer," he admits as he leans back against a counter, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as he thinks. "Lucky ended up here."
Anywhere else might not have been able to save him, much less his voice. And here he was, talking with Kurt, touched briefly by a man he used to look up to as a team leader. Could have been a friend. "Wonder if I would count as dead."
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The Project never used names, which was probably for the best. There wasn't a real good way to explain away the fact that he didn't have one. A first name and a number. Now he had a state. Neither of them were really him, though, or so he thought. Freelancer wasn't a family like SPARTAN had been, and SPARTAN hadn't kept him because he hadn't been good enough. The welcome, though, almost outweighs the pain of the conversation.
"Expect it should have been longer," he admits as he leans back against a counter, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as he thinks. "Lucky ended up here."
Anywhere else might not have been able to save him, much less his voice. And here he was, talking with Kurt, touched briefly by a man he used to look up to as a team leader. Could have been a friend. "Wonder if I would count as dead."