07-13-2018, 04:42 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Unlike Roy and possible others like them, Church didn't have to die to come here. Well, he had technically died before, but now he was in a physical body again--which was a big relief. Or maybe he was still dead, he just didn't know it yet. Either way, he didn't die, at least not recently. He should have, really, but by some miracle he didn't. Instead he was blown all the way to Earth, or whatever similar planet this was. To be honest, even though Washington said it was, he doubted it. Last time he checked, animals on Earth didn't talk. Plus it didn't have animals that were supposed to be extinct.
He was a soldier, too, just like Washington. But they were still different, so much different. He personally had never really seen death happen, not like he had. He had watched his girlfriend kill the men that he was stationed with, sure, but he never had to watch people he was actually close to die. He was still naive, in a sense. That much was clear with his belief that he was actually a soldier. He didn't know it yet, but he was far from such. The Freelancers, the ones he hated so much, were more of ones than he or any of his teammates were.
That all aside, he had never seen someone come back from the dead, either. He had heard that Suite had died, and he was a bit saddened by the news. He liked her, and even if he didn't know her, he still would have felt bad. She was a person, after all. Anyone dying was cause to be sad. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he hated those Freelancer assholes, the robotic way they did things. It was like they weren't even human with how they thought and felt.
"Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm gonna have to side with Wash on this one," he said as he padded up, cocking his head to the side. Perhaps she was a ghost. He remembered when he died, he had become a ghost. He still had to personally thank Caboose for that incident.
"SPEECH"
He was a soldier, too, just like Washington. But they were still different, so much different. He personally had never really seen death happen, not like he had. He had watched his girlfriend kill the men that he was stationed with, sure, but he never had to watch people he was actually close to die. He was still naive, in a sense. That much was clear with his belief that he was actually a soldier. He didn't know it yet, but he was far from such. The Freelancers, the ones he hated so much, were more of ones than he or any of his teammates were.
That all aside, he had never seen someone come back from the dead, either. He had heard that Suite had died, and he was a bit saddened by the news. He liked her, and even if he didn't know her, he still would have felt bad. She was a person, after all. Anyone dying was cause to be sad. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he hated those Freelancer assholes, the robotic way they did things. It was like they weren't even human with how they thought and felt.
"Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm gonna have to side with Wash on this one," he said as he padded up, cocking his head to the side. Perhaps she was a ghost. He remembered when he died, he had become a ghost. He still had to personally thank Caboose for that incident.
"SPEECH"