Air. That is what really stops Matt as he steps foot on Onyx. All the years of service, all that time on the front or on ships, he hasn't breathed air this good since he was finished with his time as a Spartan. The smell of ground, of air, of plants, with no edge of explosives and gunpowder. This is...
"Nice," he says, because his throats has forced him to being that more taciturn man he once was. Sure it was healing, but talking too long could still hurt, and once the Spartans come out of veto, he would need to talk. But for Kurt... he can spare more words.
"Beautiful," he says. Everything from the trees to the air to the precision of the base. It feels good. Better than a ship. "I am going to like it here. Feels like a fresh start."
Sort of is. This is his first day on his new home. With his new rank and his new name officially in effect starting today. They even topped it off with the fact that he had a new uniform waiting for him in whatever bunk space would be his. He didn't think he would have a space of his own of course. Never had before. Even on the MoI he had bunked with Utah and then Wash.
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"Nice," he says, because his throats has forced him to being that more taciturn man he once was. Sure it was healing, but talking too long could still hurt, and once the Spartans come out of veto, he would need to talk. But for Kurt... he can spare more words.
"Beautiful," he says. Everything from the trees to the air to the precision of the base. It feels good. Better than a ship. "I am going to like it here. Feels like a fresh start."
Sort of is. This is his first day on his new home. With his new rank and his new name officially in effect starting today. They even topped it off with the fact that he had a new uniform waiting for him in whatever bunk space would be his. He didn't think he would have a space of his own of course. Never had before. Even on the MoI he had bunked with Utah and then Wash.
"So... home?"