Master Chief sat for several minutes in complete utter silence. He was unblinking as he stared into space attempting to process what he had just learned. His dna had been used to create at least one kid. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Was the kid a clone? Their own person?

There was a part of him that wanted to rage. The fact that his own dna was used in such a way. What was the point? He didn't really agree with the idea of bringing children into war with the covenant. It was different from his situation or the rest of the Spartans. They were abducted to be trained. This kid was born or created into it.

"What's your name, kid?"

He finally spoke. His tall frame imposing and intimidating without meaning to be. It was hard for him to tell how old you were. Did you skip infancy altogether? John didn't know how the cloning process or whatever it was they did worked. He wasn't sure he wanted to know either.