- forget. But!" Her voice pitches, "you did deliver... vaguely, and so shall I. A name that means nothing to you. The oh so divine name, Spirit of Ceaseless Glory."

- down, always— nothing is what you want it to be, is it?"

A smirk curls around her words as she tilts her head, eyes shifting over the Sangheili. She prepares for violence. Nothing was kind. Strength and steel was all that spoke.

"We discover it painfully. A [pinch] you'll never -

- frequently."

Another chuckle, for she couldn't quite believe it.

"Gods?"

They had thought of Forerunners as Gods. Certainly the Builders saw themselves as such— as much as other rates.

"Am I god-like enough? Expectations are difficult to embody. So many chances to let someone -

- tightly, huffing as some of it peels. Then, in one smooth motion she swings down, landing with bent knees a few meters from the lead saurian.

"Interrupted from my perch, by—" she snorts, hands hovering over her stowed blades. "Followers. Or ex-followers? Allegiances change so -

- attention. A distraction that she hadn't intended. A test; it says.

How low was that bar?

"But," her voice pitches. "Whose authority offers this intelligence? Answer this— yes, yes— and more. You shall have the name and you shall all keep your heads."

A generous deal.

- offers a loud sigh. So far they were... different? Maybe. Better? Debatable.

"[The bar is low]," she murmurs to herself before raising her voice.

"A name is what you ask for. A name is what you'll have. A name that means nothing to you..."

Lifting herself up, a thought clamours got her -

- one can be overcome through lessons."