Hell, were they even doing Gallant justice? The guy who’d set out to be the literal knight in shining armor, lived his life with more chivalry than any five people you plucked off the street? All he got was a photo and a name on a memorial.
I mean, Taylor’s narration from 8.8 went into quite a bit of detail as to why doing all that much more causes problems, but I get how this would feel insufficient.
“You okay?” Flechette asked.
Vista tore her eyes from the portraits, “I’m fine. Let’s go, Weld’s waiting.”
…yeah, let’s.
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