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I need a weapon.~
No thanks to your driving, yes.~
Don't get any funny ideas.~
Punch it.~
We'll make it.~
How much firepower would you need to crack one of the engine's shields?~
No. I think we're just getting started.~
Tell that to the Covenant.~
You told me there wouldn't be any cameras.~
To give the Covenant back their bomb.~
Relax. I'd rather not piss this thing off.~
This thing is right. Halo is a weapon. Your Prophets are making a big mistake.~
Boo.~
Sir, finishing this fight.~
I'll find Cortana's solution. And I'll bring it back.~
You know me. When I make a promise...~
I'm getting you out of here.~
Wake me... When you need me.~
Ready to get back to work?~
Maybe they haven't recognized us.~
These Covenant seem more fanatical than the ones we fought before.~
Something was wrong even before we left the Dawn.~
Asking's not my strong suit.~
Our duty, as soldiers, is to protect humanity... whatever the cost.~
She said that to me once... about being a machine.~
This is Sierra-117 of the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn. We're on station, ready to assist.~
Sierra-117 to Infinity, what's our status?~
The Didact has to be stopped. If you won't do that... I will.~
Look... don't think about the Didact. Don't think about the Composer. Only focus on finding me Tillson.~
The Didact's got the Composer. We're in a Broadsword carrying a HAVOK-grade payload, on approach to deliver it.~
Clean hit. We're proceeding to insertion.~
It was my job to take care of you.~
Negative, Infinity. I don't like it.~
Like hell she is.~
You're on.~