We've met? [he remembers that they had met before, but for a good reason he feigns ignorance. there's so much about that time that he can't talk about: the war, the neural lace - everything.]
[ Herc doesn't know what it was, or if it been a side effect of COMPASS, but if the guy doesn't remember the marshall won't hold it against him. he'd looked to be in a serious amount of pain, and Herc wouldn't inflict the memory of that on most of the people he knew.
[everyone has their secrets, and Spartans were one of the bigger secrets. he glances at the hand, remembering that's how much soldiers greet each other (the phrasing was on purpose)- he never greets civilians.]
The feeling is mutual.
[his hand feels heavy, like its' filled with lead instead of bone and chief shakes it with a loose and firm grip at the same time - it's strange.]
no subject
I apologize, I don't remember.
no subject
[ Herc doesn't know what it was, or if it been a side effect of COMPASS, but if the guy doesn't remember the marshall won't hold it against him. he'd looked to be in a serious amount of pain, and Herc wouldn't inflict the memory of that on most of the people he knew.
he offers hand. ]
Good to meet ya in person.
no subject
[everyone has their secrets, and Spartans were one of the bigger secrets. he glances at the hand, remembering that's how much soldiers greet each other (the phrasing was on purpose)- he never greets civilians.]
The feeling is mutual.
[his hand feels heavy, like its' filled with lead instead of bone and chief shakes it with a loose and firm grip at the same time - it's strange.]