In this hour of victory, we taste only defeat…I ask, why?
We are Forerunners, guardians of all that exists. The galaxy is full of life, the soil rich with the wisdom of countless generations and its roots are deep with our tender care. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms, and the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered…
I stand before you, accused of the sin of ensuring Forerunner ascendancy — of attempting to save us from this fate where we are forced to…recede.
We squander eons in the darkness, refusing to eradicate humanity while they seize our triumphs as their own. It’s a fools gambit. Forerunners alone bear The Mantle of Responsibility for all things.
Think of my acts as you will, but do not doubt the reality… the Reclamation has already begun,..
And we are hopeless to stop it.
