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[bloodbathing]

[ "Augusta" is the name attached to this TAB. The picture is of curved white metal with a stripe of dark orange — leg armor, for any who may recognize it. ]

UNSC. Marines. RT-636.

[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.

[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]

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[bloodbathing]

[ He doesn't have to ask who won. If humanity hadn't, Carolina wouldn't be around to tell him.

[ It's good news. Undeniably good news. He should celebrate, or something. Later. When he's in a celebratory mood.

[ Right now, he doesn't know what he feels. Doesn't know what he should feel. Doesn't care to puzzle it out, either.

[ He nods and asks nothing else. His other questions seem unimportant. ]

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[startpoint]

[ It's a lot to take in, to find out things have changed so much. Carolina reaches out and knocks her knuckles against his chest plate, opposite the side where the sniper shot him. ]

Come on, I have a patch kit at my place. We can get your armor fixed and then get some food. York and I are paying so you can get as much as you want.

[ A dangerous offer for someone as damn big as Maine but it's the least she can do. It's not every day you get a dead friend back, especially one who took a bullet for you. ]

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[bloodbathing]

[ A dangerous offer indeed. Maine tilts his head to the side, raises an unseen eyebrow, and growls out, ]

No take backs.

[ Is it childish? Yes. Does he mean it? Yup.

[ It is indeed a lot to take in. But, thanks to Carolina, he has other things to keep his mind occupied. ]