For a long time Matt doesn't answer. Mjolnir. He stands there for a moment, staring. He doesn't dare touch. He had never been deemed good enough for it. Even now he would get SPI if he ever wore anything. This was what a SPARTAN earned.

"Beautiful," he says softly. Envy I clearly there in his voice. Seeing it only reminds him, though, and Matt turns away.

"Might as well. They don't need to know I wasn't good enough for the armor. Knocking me down some might even build confidence."