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He's never been good with people.
He didn't have Johnson's easy extroversion, the kind that made people laugh when all they wanted to do was cry. He didn't have Cortana's affection, the way she was gentle and softspoken with civvies. Hell, even Keyes had a way of bringing comfort to people, stern and sharp as his words often were.
No, the Master Chief wasn't programmed to be *friendly*. That's what makes it so difficult when he sees you, easily taking charge of the situation as the civilian shelter crashes to the ground around you. The way you smile, nod, place your hands affectionately on the backs of the panicking citizens. You make them feel safe, seen, supported. The very antithesis of his nature.
But you're only human. He can't let you have all the fun, however well you seem to be managing it. He knows your throat must hurt from shouting instructions, or your limbs burn from exertion, and his HUD tells him your heart is beating entirely too fast. So he shoulders his gun and jogs the short distance to you, dwarfing you with his own broad frame.
"Time to go," he insists, gesturing with his head towards the doors of the shelter--beyond which lies a Pelican with your name on it. "The Evac can't wait on you."
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