"By 'living', I started with this. Biotech nanomachines. Though the scar remains, I am able to speak...though I still tend to remain quiet."

Noticing the tilt of her head, he gives a mental laugh. Unclasping his hands, he brings them up.

"I am unfamiliar with..Ashes..but no, I have not visited them."

A soft blue light flashes in his left hand, revealing a small tube filled with a gray colored 'liquid'.

A small chuckle escapes him whike he keeps his hands clasped behind him.

"For now, the investigations are put on hold. I've decided to just...live."

He wonders, just briefly, if she would notice.

"It is good to see you though."

A soft nod of his head...

...A gentle shift in his posture...

...hand raised in a small wave...

"...long time..."

《...Seductive enough?》

#SeductiveSunday

He gives a shake of his head as well.

《Each fighting for a different cause, but brought together because of it. Its...odd.》

He gives a mental sigh at the mention of the Banished. His body straightened up, meaning it was a tough topic.

《Indeed. Human, Sangheili and Brute alike under one banner. Mixed tactics, cultures, and technology all in one.》 +

《Says the ten foot tall [gorgeous] space woman...》

《Makes sense. I've seen a few myself, one at 5'10 in armor.》

《Speaking of yourself?》

He swats at her hand lightly before gently poking her head.

《I can be at times.》

𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

🚀Taking to long on replies, thinking ppl won't interact since I tend to take a bit to reply 😔 And doing new interactions...

A mute sigh coming from him, he shakes his head.

《Apologies. I hadn't meant for that much pressure.》

He shrugs his shoulders and before lightly gripping her hand to make her stop.

'....'

Right before flicking her forehead in retaliation.

Sitting patiently as she knocks in his helmet. Waiting for a few moments before...

Thinking he should tweak his insignia...maybe?

Mild panic...

《Hope it goes well.》

《Wait...reviews are coming up? Thats...not good...》

#SpartanSunday

Time to get started...

Everything I found on the connection and all data recorded from my interactions is on the chip. It is yours to do with as you see fit.》

《Since then, I not have not gone back to 09. I heeded your words with caution when I "talked" with the Domain. What I did, was more to try and help you. Nothing more, nothing less.》

He takes another breath.

《I expected the scolding and was prepared for it. Now...I offer you all that I had. +

《Twice. And only twice had I interacted with the Domain...or Abaddon as you said. Nothing was gained when I did. And only mild headaches were the result. It seemed more curious to see someone had come to it than anything.》

Sliding the chip toward her, he steps back from the table. +

Taking a small breath, his own fingers twitch slightly on his right hand before he signs to her.

《I did no research on the Precursors from the Domain. Only what the UNSC has on record from...previous encounters.》

Standing from the table, he places a small data chip on its surface. +