She was literally a digital construct after all. Heck, the closest thing that Halo had to Miranda was probably Chief’s AI, and there was no way she’d ever have to worry about getting injured during a mission. Not having to feel enemy gun fire whoosh past over head, or get patched up after a mission when things didn’t go well. It was going to be nice to have the added distance- the disconnect of only playing a game rather than holding a weapon. ![]() Not a perfect game but darn it, he enjoyed it. The chlorine in there wouldn’t do him any favors but he could get purified water later. John started up his old Xbox and loaded up Halo 4, holding the controller in one hand as he got himself a glass of water. Something that didn’t involve him trying to be an executive officer or a Cerberus agent or struggling to figure out how to put on an overly snug futuristic jumpsuit. No, for now, he just needed something simple. Probably understandable that he didn’t feel like another play through quite yet. Chakwas had tried her best but she’d died right there. Right through the abdomen, pinned to the floor. And as a result the first hit they’d taken from Collector drones, Miranda had been impaled by debris. Despite her insistence, Shepherd had never bothered to upgrade the armor on the Normandy. ![]() Miranda hadn’t ever made it into the actual Collector base. Maybe going for another run of Mass Effect? John wondered what Jay and Ethan were doing. He also could see about a hundred different ways his apartment could be rearranged to be more efficient. Not like he had a figure to look after any more, but still. He’d never worried too much about calories before- but now, after being Miranda Lawson, he could name every single way that the soft drink was bad for him. John sighed, staring at the soda bottle in his hand.
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