I didn't die, Church. I got shot and the UNSC needed someone to blame and I was it. So I got to marinate in a fucking UNSC cell for months until I learned that your friends didn't do the one thing I told them to do, and turn in Epsilon so I could at least die with my name clear.

[It slips out.]

[Always slips out. He loses his handle on it and it boils out and he can never just order this shit in a way that makes sense because it's already so cluttered, what happened and what didn't and what Church remembers and what he wouldn't have been around to remember.]