During Halo 2, there were two Marine who you could tell were in love. The way they talked to each other, argued and joked with each other, you just knew that these two people had a connection with each other. For about a half hour they followed me deeper into the depths of the Halo ring, until one moment, when we were confronted with a Hunter pair. I didn't see it coming, and the nearest checkpoint left me barely any time to prepare. And so I worked for another half hour or so just trying to get there in time, to kill the Hunters or make them come after me or something. And then, the moment I finally saved the Marines, a group of Jackal snipers ensured that my work would be meaningless. It was then that I realized that I couldn't save them, and it hurt me inside, you know? I was supposed to be the strongest soldier that humanity had, and I couldn't save two Marines.