["Hoooooly shit," says Epsilon, his verbal shock adding to the ringing in her ears as the helmet comes off. Such is her surprise that she takes a half step back. Unable to process the reality before her, even as something blooms hard and hot deep in her chest. She's glad she didn't draw her weapon, because she's certain she'd have dropped it by now.
With long hair tied back and his eyes unveiled, even the scraggy patch of beard he's managed to grow over the years can't hide his identity now. And worn and tired and thin as he is...he's alive. He's alive. ]
..You're dead. You're...the reports all said you were dead.
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With long hair tied back and his eyes unveiled, even the scraggy patch of beard he's managed to grow over the years can't hide his identity now. And worn and tired and thin as he is...he's alive. He's alive. ]
..You're dead. You're...the reports all said you were dead.