"Don't think I was near you."
He looked at the floor of the pelican.
"It was hell. I lost a lot in those past few days. We were trying to hold them back, but...they just kept coming. We were caught badly. The tank was running low, but she was intact. Then we came up against those bloody Zealots."
He stared at the floor still.
"Disabled us right by a group of rocks. My gunner caught one, in the chest. Hit her real bad. We phoned for evac, they had a falcon to come collect us. The turret gunner stayed behind...a bloody hero."
He placed his hand over his visor.
"She was hit badly, there was...blood everywhere. I waded through the freezing cold water to try and get to the evac. But she...didn't make it. I still went on and made it to the Falcon. Still holding the body."
He sighed heavily.
"It's one thing to have the guy in the next tank die, or the beside you. But to have your best friend sacrifice himself and have your...other best friend die in your arms? How do we go on after something like that?"
He looked up again at the spartan.
"I'm sorry sir, that's...the past I'm okay. At least I hope that tank did some good."
He looked at the wounded spartan.
"I'm more worried about you though, you alright?"