[ It's what they used to do back in the day, or one of the things they used to do. There were other words for it, each cleaner and more clinical than the last, but Ephemera knows the score. He knows what it means. All that nightmarish shit that command didn't want to admit they were doing. Clean house, kill 'em all. Didn't matter if they were Covenant or something more human. Line 'em up and run them down. Death from above. All that bullshit, the ODST way. And oh, they were good at it. Only had a few rules. No kids, no torture, no turning on each other. They managed all but one.
It held for a while. Right up until it didn't. When he was younger, he used to try and quantify it. Call it doing a good thing because it was all for the greater good, the war effort. That didn't last. Now, he doesn't care at all.
Ephemera eats his goddamn sandwich. Doesn't matter. Job's a job. Gives him something to focus on. ]
no subject
[ His voice goes flat. ]
We cleaning house?
[ It's what they used to do back in the day, or one of the things they used to do. There were other words for it, each cleaner and more clinical than the last, but Ephemera knows the score. He knows what it means. All that nightmarish shit that command didn't want to admit they were doing. Clean house, kill 'em all. Didn't matter if they were Covenant or something more human. Line 'em up and run them down. Death from above. All that bullshit, the ODST way. And oh, they were good at it. Only had a few rules. No kids, no torture, no turning on each other. They managed all but one.
It held for a while. Right up until it didn't. When he was younger, he used to try and quantify it. Call it doing a good thing because it was all for the greater good, the war effort. That didn't last. Now, he doesn't care at all.
Ephemera eats his goddamn sandwich. Doesn't matter. Job's a job. Gives him something to focus on. ]