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Hard to avoid other people on a ship this small.
He'd overheard just too many conversations as the days went by. There were too many things they let slip when speaking with him - little clues that were enough to get him suspicious. After all, the little things had been enough to let him know how one future went.
They called him a 'two', after all. He'd never heard that in the past from anyone in this world; most of the time, it was just 'the Spartan' or 'one of those freaky kids'.
Hearing yet another discussion break out, he knocked on the door from the tiny cabin and pushed it open without an acknowledgement.
"...is something wrong?"
John flicked his chatter into 'text' and tapped out a simple message. Who are you? What do you want with me?
His companions exchanged looks. John's own remained calm.
"Eh. Yeah, we ought to tell you who we are. Sit down."
It made sense, he thought, as he heard the explanation. No need to be paranoid. No need to be worried any more.
But finding out what he did? It both hurt and soothed at the same time.
They hadn't been the first. These - they weren't the same as him, but they were still Spartans. A different breed, a different generation.
He remembered as he'd come on board the ship, getting called 'son'. No doubt it was just something he did anyway - but knowing the truth? It resonated that little more strongly.
They hadn't been the first - but in a way, he wasn't the last any more. And that was a weight off his mind.
He was among family again.
He'd overheard just too many conversations as the days went by. There were too many things they let slip when speaking with him - little clues that were enough to get him suspicious. After all, the little things had been enough to let him know how one future went.
They called him a 'two', after all. He'd never heard that in the past from anyone in this world; most of the time, it was just 'the Spartan' or 'one of those freaky kids'.
Hearing yet another discussion break out, he knocked on the door from the tiny cabin and pushed it open without an acknowledgement.
"...is something wrong?"
John flicked his chatter into 'text' and tapped out a simple message. Who are you? What do you want with me?
His companions exchanged looks. John's own remained calm.
"Eh. Yeah, we ought to tell you who we are. Sit down."
It made sense, he thought, as he heard the explanation. No need to be paranoid. No need to be worried any more.
But finding out what he did? It both hurt and soothed at the same time.
They hadn't been the first. These - they weren't the same as him, but they were still Spartans. A different breed, a different generation.
He remembered as he'd come on board the ship, getting called 'son'. No doubt it was just something he did anyway - but knowing the truth? It resonated that little more strongly.
They hadn't been the first - but in a way, he wasn't the last any more. And that was a weight off his mind.
He was among family again.