{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
1/11/2016 6:13:54 PM
1
He winces in the revelation of November being evil themselves, despite them being assembled to fight evil itself...
English
-
"I was pained by their lies Aswell, friend. They aren't as... Noble as they appear"
-
"I... I don't know what I should do... I don't know if I should leave them or not..."
-
"That's a choice only you can make, mate."
-
Frankie gazes at the ground in deep thought, troubled thought. "Well... why would you stay here? So near to the Fireteam?"
-
"Food...."
-
"Oh."
-
"Yeah..." [b]the duffel bag starts moving and shuffling, he drops it, seemingly accidentally[/b]
-
Frankie stares at the bag with wide eyes, silent.
-
[b]he quickly runs over and kicks it into the gutter, down a storm drain[/b]
-
"The hell was that?" Frankie asks.
-
"... Don't ask"
-
Frankie stares at the storm drain in blank silence.
