In this hour of victory, we taste only defeat. I ask why? We are Forerunners, guardians of all that exists, the roots of the galaxy have grown deep under our careful tendingwhere there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil, our strength as an 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. Humanity stands as the greatest threat in the galaxy, refusing to eradicate them is a fools gambitwe squander eons in the darkness while they seize our triumphs as their own! The Mantle of responsibility for all things belongs to Forerunners alone 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.