all pics from devart hears the reail one :
http://throwiceatthesun.deviantart.com/art/Emo-Master-Chief-74080393
and hear is what it all sease
Dear Cortana,
I killed four Elites today; their purple flesh grew pale as their blood slowly drained from them. This has affected me more than any other day, this war has grown taxing. Sometimes I wonder who I have become. I wish you were here beside me.
Hugs and Kisses,
Master Chief
Dear John,
I feel for you, but remember that's what you were made for; it's what you were born to do. Feel better in knowing that my own persona has been altered as well by this war. You are strong, fight for Earth.
Love,
Cortana
Dear Cortana,
Your letter brought me some comfort, but sometimes I weep at night knowing that as long as I live I will only take the lives of others. I do not see them as the enemy anymore. I see their eyes, their hopes and dreams, their mothers and daughters. They too haunt me in my dreams, for I wish as much for them to do to me as I have done to them. I truly wonder of there is a God, and if so, will he forgive me for all the headshots I have excecuted? The triple kills? The splatters of the alien flesh? Knowing that with each killing spree I become less and less human makes me ponder, am I really different than them?
Lost and Confused,
Master Chief
Dear John,
Your last letter nearly made me burst into gigabytes, I wish I was there to comfort you, but do realize you are fighting so humanity might live. You give the people hope John. Never forget that.
Cherishing you as always,
Cortana
Dear Cortana,
Space feels colder than it has ever been, the hollows of these dark depths are echoing into my very soul. There is nothing for it to hit Cortana, I am empty. The blade is looking like a better option as each day passes. I hope I do not frighten you, but death would feel like a warm embrace for a soul as cold as mine. Having my blood flow out of me would be like opening the cold hyperbaric chamber of my conscience and being one with these things I have destroyed. My soul needs to rest Cortana, know that I will always love you.
Goodbye,
John Spartan-117
*Loud voice says "Suicide!"*
John!
If you are still there, please don't do it! It's not often a simple AI construct finds love. Do not make me suffer as well.
Please don't do it,
Your Love, Cortana
i hate thi shit i aded T_T
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