He laughed, "Yeah, you remember Maine Simms? The one who no one
could understand and all he did was growl? I looked into his
profile and come to find out he was stabbed in the throat working
as a Lancer. Funny though, he was more reckless than we were put
together." He opened his pendant, inside was a photo of Wes, Tanith
and the crew at the camp. "Such an odd person, but still put up a
fight."