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"No maybe about it. You'd get shot." And he'd have to live with it. "I'm an independent contractor. I go where the work is, do the jobs I feel like doing. This? I feel like doing. This needs to be done. Just. Not by a kid on their own that'll get themselves killed before finishing things."
"I didn't say it just to guilt-trip you into helping me out, you know. Or to make you want to get revenge on people who helped screw over your project. This is about my family, and...and I need it to stay about my family. Okay?"
"Very different branches of the UNSC involved in that mess, kid. If they were involved in this I wouldn't help." It'd get him killed and- yeah. Not a fan of dying.
She could mention that if this is a deep enough conspiracy, who knows what branches are involved, but that would probably not be helpful. Don't alienate the only willing aid that's been offered so far. "But as of this moment, you'll help me find my family. You're not, like...one of those crazy conspiracy theorists who think the government's run by lizard people, right? Just so we're on the same page as far as 'probably a conspiracy' versus 'everything is a conspiracy'."
"...No?" Lizard people, what the christ? "Regular people can be pretty fu-messed up all on their own, kid. They don't need to be lizard people. Just. Douchebags."
"I'm just checking! I don't really want to enlist the help of someone who's more likely to wear tin foil hats and blog about how they were right about something really dumb and implausible because of made up evidence they think connects in their own heads." So there.
"You know I'm probably going to make fun of your aborted cursing, right?"
"Yeeeeeah, no? No. How 'bout no." He's a soldier and a security specialist, not a conspiracy theorist. It's not a conspiracy if you KNOW shit is shady and fucked up behind the scenes because you had that shit beamed right to your brain.
"And I'm gonna make fun of you for being short. We're even."
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Which the Project had been full of, honestly.
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"You know I'm probably going to make fun of your aborted cursing, right?"
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"And I'm gonna make fun of you for being short. We're even."