What was it like to be a Vault Hunter? Not easy, a lot of the time. You're out there, risking your life and hoping to god you'll find more ammo! You're getting beaten up and watching your friends get beaten up and it's hard.
And then you die. You've died lots of times before. It almost seemed routine now – which was scary. Dying shouldn't be normal.
But each time you get regenerated, and you hear Hyperion's stupid message, you don't feel...well, the way you'd expect to. You don't feel strange and sick or annoyed or frustrated. You feel a rush of excitement, you feel reborn, you feel ready to take down the assholes who took you down! And you charge forward, guns firing, and you win. You feel hardcore as fuck and - !
"Gaige, a little help over here!"
You blink, leaving your delusional monologue to see your friends, lying on the ground.
"Shit! Sorry, Axton!" You rush over, helping him up, and watching him run to Maya. You get Zer0, and as you do so, Maya gets Salvador. Axton helps Kreig.
It was kind of awesome, the teamwork you guys had.
"Shall we go collect the reward? Or would you like to lollygag a bit more?" Maya asks you, dead serious.
"I said I was sorry, jeez!"
She cracks a smile, and begins to laugh. "I'm just messing with you! Come on." With a wave of her hand, everyone follows behind her.