That was it exactly. There were certain things, certain bonds that were forged during boot camp and the shared life experience of going through it with another Spartan candidate that was totally unique. Mendez had been there but had been on the other side of the scenario and though they had managed to forge a friendship over the years, it just wasn’t the same.
Even Tom and Lucy who could understand what it meant to be Spartan couldn’t fill that void inside of Kurt because at the end of the day, there were lines he could not cross. He’d already allowed himself to become too emotionally invested in his protégés and he knew it. But with Matt, it was different because this was his brother. And he’d so desperately missed him and the rest of his brothers and sisters.
And he suspected Matt understood that loneliness all too keenly as well.
“Of course, come on. DI’s are bunked down near the barracks of course so they can keep an eye on things. We’ve got enough space no one has to double up so you’ll have your privacy.” Kurt lead him over to the prefab cluster of buildings that had been erected around what was unmistakably a parade ground. “My quarters are over there. Office is up front, private quarters are in the rear. We’ll get you kitted out with a radio along with your dress which should hopefully all be waiting for you in your bunk. Mess hall is over there.” He pointed out the various buildings as they walked.
When Matt asked him about fresh fruit, he chuckled softly. “Ah, spoken like someone who has been on ship board food for too long. We’ve had some luck with both the local flora but also in getting some Terran food to grow here though we have to be careful to keep it in check so it doesn’t accidentally become an invasive species to the local fauna and flora.”
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Even Tom and Lucy who could understand what it meant to be Spartan couldn’t fill that void inside of Kurt because at the end of the day, there were lines he could not cross. He’d already allowed himself to become too emotionally invested in his protégés and he knew it. But with Matt, it was different because this was his brother. And he’d so desperately missed him and the rest of his brothers and sisters.
And he suspected Matt understood that loneliness all too keenly as well.
“Of course, come on. DI’s are bunked down near the barracks of course so they can keep an eye on things. We’ve got enough space no one has to double up so you’ll have your privacy.” Kurt lead him over to the prefab cluster of buildings that had been erected around what was unmistakably a parade ground. “My quarters are over there. Office is up front, private quarters are in the rear. We’ll get you kitted out with a radio along with your dress which should hopefully all be waiting for you in your bunk. Mess hall is over there.” He pointed out the various buildings as they walked.
When Matt asked him about fresh fruit, he chuckled softly. “Ah, spoken like someone who has been on ship board food for too long. We’ve had some luck with both the local flora but also in getting some Terran food to grow here though we have to be careful to keep it in check so it doesn’t accidentally become an invasive species to the local fauna and flora.”