Who would remember someone like me?
The guy who betrayed everyone, the guy who always broke his promises. The guy whom no one could trust. Who would?
I made one promise to one person once. And then she forced me to break it, shooting me in the back. And ever since then... well, let's just say things haven't been the same.
I'm laying on the underside of the damaged Warthog, feeling the cuts, bruises, and blood aching and flowing. I raise a hand, trying to stop the flow.
No such luck.
Who would remember someone like me.