[ The first thing Master Chief had said was to order her to message him every hour on the hour. Even a letter, he had said. So that I know whether you're dead or alive.
Not exactly the sort of thing that fills a young girl with hope. ]
I do not. [ Grim and grimmer. ] He's with the Master Chief, held elsewhere. [ All her guardians are far, far away. ]
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Not exactly the sort of thing that fills a young girl with hope. ]
I do not. [ Grim and grimmer. ] He's with the Master Chief, held elsewhere. [ All her guardians are far, far away. ]