Hiding was hard enough with a bum eye and an AI and healing unit. It was a little bit easier when everyone thought he was dead- and a hell of a lot harder without the ai, the healing unit, or a full set of armor. Cobbling what was left over into something he could use took time and money. THe project going down made that hard. Someone picking off whoever kept shit made it harder.

But above all else York's a survivor. He's not gonna give up- he hums the rest of that old, old, old ass earth pop song to himself as he checks his sight lines again. Crashing had not been the plan but- hey. There's air here. There's water. There's no real UNSC presence which was really fucking great for him. For the first time in years he could crack his helmet and breathe. so that's what he does. pops the sea on his helmet and sets it aside, sucking in a deep breath of fresh air.