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Sam: takes off helmet. Leans over Alpha's body and cries. Puts helmet back on.
Tarragon: goes get arrows and returns them. Starts walking around.
Sam: holds chest. Looks at him holding Alpha. "It's not going to work." Cringes.
Tarragon: picks up bow and arrows and starts shooting. They all miss and go flying. "Whoops. My bad."
Sam: still coughing. Manages a thanks.
Tarragon: walks over to archery range. Runs hand over the bows and arrows.
Sam: "I'm fine. I just need to-" starts coughing up blood.
Tarragon: unsure where to go. Walks around admiring everything.
Sam: "Fine, lets go." Over com "This is spartan 312, I need evac from-" gasps in surprise as I get hot in the chest by an elite sniper. Falls...
(I'm starting.) Tarragon: walks into camp with hood down.
Sam: sighs. "It's been days. If it worked, it would sooner. But he's long gone now."
Sam: "You're crazy! You'll do anything!" Whispers to self "Just like them."
Sam: "What are talking about?"
Sam: laughs shakily. "Yeah, just like I can bring back my old team from the dead! I understand, he was your brother. But nothing you can do can...
Sam: "I'm not going to lie. He was a good solider and a great friend. The best in this damn war. I might have, though."
Sam: "I know, but nobody can change what happened. Just like Reach." Tears pour even more.
Sam: sighs. "We are in war. There's no time for that. He's dead anyways." Turns around as tears stream down.
Sam: looks down at the tags the back up. "To what?"
Sam: "We should all feel so lucky." Looks down.
Tarragon: looks around to see if being followed and sees Zach. Hides behind a corner and waits.