[Some day the Covenant might invade and then it will be Pratt's time to shine.]

I uh.. think depression might be a little mild for what's wrong with me. I'm hallucinating, psychotic, and will kill everyone and try to get back to a place that doesn't exist if a song plays.

[Still, might be a start or something.]

Watching Jacob's bunker blow up was pretty great, no lie. Shooting the fuck out of that place was awesome. [He maybe shouldn't have shot a machine gun at a fucking missile and risked blowing him and Rook up too, but whatever. Having been on the verge of starving to death he wasn't exactly thinking at his best.]

Should I be worried that I like...died? Do I have to do anything? Pay a fee or whatever.

[The Sheriff department benefits were real bad, he's used to the worst of American Healthcare.]