// One of us, one of us

// Do it anyway

Covenant. Though even he has abandoned the Great Journey and seeks something else now. What I cannot say.”

Loquen had received many an envoy seeking to have him pledge support to one warlord or another. Suffice to say, he did not memorize all of their goals.

Prophets caused his hands to tighten into balled fists. Their treachery had thus far gone unpunished. They could only hide so long.

"That has not stopped all from continuing to believe. Jul 'Mdama is one such leader. He has gathered a sizable force of believers and seeks to restore the rule of the-

Forerunners.

"The Hierarchs' betrayal of my kind shattered our Covenant. They attempted to put us to death in favor of the Jiralhanae. It was an Oracle that led us to the truth. That the Great Journey was a lie. That our decades fighting the humans was without point.”

Even a thought of the -

even if he found it surprising. What could he possibly know that she did not.

"What do you wish to know?"

the upper arm until they followed them back into the forest, from the direction they came in. Now it was just the two of them.

"I would have thought the splendor and magnificence of the Forerunners deserved the observance of proper etiquette. In all aspects."

Her request was a fair one, -

of finding him aboard this infernal human vessel.

agreed to it. The situation was not developing to his advantage. He needed help, swiftly, if any sort of bargain was to be struck.

After the negotiations had ended for the day he had quickly sought out Khovo. If there was anyone aboard that could make things work it was him. It was only a matter-

have to worry about the politics.

Disabling his sword, Loquen returns it to the thigh armor where it had been resting. As blasphemous as his words may be, it would not hurt to show he had no ill intent.

“What are you doing here on this world, Spirit of Ceaseless Glory?“

all what God laughs at the notion of their own worship? The Arbiter was right.

“No,” he began slowly, but steadily. Not hostile but far from pleasant. “For you are real and I know the gods to be false.”

It was… liberating to say it aloud. No matter the consequences. To speak the truth and not -

Of all the twists the galaxy could have thrown at Loquen. He could tell just by looking at her, that she was a Forerunner. His whole life had been spent searching for their artifacts and worshiping them.

Oddly enough he did find some comfort from her laughter. The Forerunners were not gods. After-

path, as we have for millennia and will for millennia more.”

At least neither guard seemed too incensed at his words. That alone seemed worthy of celebration later. Should there be a later.