Kurt could see the anger in Matt's eyes and it was one he shared. One he'd been struggling with for the better part of two decades. that rage had been born in the aftermath of Operation: PROMETHEUS when he'd watched the footage of Alpha company being wiped out almost completely. Only his sense of despairing failure outweighed that emotion.

He'd tried to ensure Beta would not follow in their footsteps only to have their lives wasted just as callously. Kurt had learned his lesson though and had tried to save as many of the Beta Spartans as he could.

"Almost one hundred percent. Alpha Company's team cohesion fell apart in the battle but even then...I don't think they would have survived. They managed to shut down a Covenant shipyard and according to ONI...that is worth three hundred Spartan lives." Kurt couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"I am doing the best that I can, Matt. But I keep failing my Spartans." The confession escaped him before his own internal filters could stop it. It wasn't a sentiment he'd ever quite brought himself to say out loud to another person but Matt was his brother. If anyone could understand the weight of his sense of failure, it would be him.