[ wash was going to make the attempt but was entirely prepared to simply be dismissed or rebuffed, and he would've been fine with that. instead -- more. simple words, but every single one with weight, everything from just the name of the city, the mention of bombs, a battle, and -- his death. wash knows his body far too well already, could trace every single one of those bulletscars from memory. spread out like they took him down in a spray. wash's own scars are varied, criss-crossed everywhere, except for the one. vicious like lightning, spread down from the hard metal embedded at the back of his neck across his shoulders and back.
for some people he'd thank them for trusting him enough to tell them anything like this. with pietro, well. it feels a little like it'd only be rebuffed. but maybe pietro knows, anyway.
instead; ]
Back home, the Great War was against an alien threat. The Covenant. Greatest threat humanity's ever known.
They'd surround planets with ships, bombard the whole world from orbit. Called it glassing, because it causes even the dirt itself to melt into something like volcanic glass.
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for some people he'd thank them for trusting him enough to tell them anything like this. with pietro, well. it feels a little like it'd only be rebuffed. but maybe pietro knows, anyway.
instead; ]
Back home, the Great War was against an alien threat. The Covenant. Greatest threat humanity's ever known.
They'd surround planets with ships, bombard the whole world from orbit. Called it glassing, because it causes even the dirt itself to melt into something like volcanic glass.
Happened to my home.