Gotcha.
You know, your father never asked me for help either.
The Index is secure.
McKenzie, Perez! How's our exit?
You hear me, marines?
We got trouble.
Damn!
How ya doin?
Sergeant!
Stay down!
Johnson? You alright?
Johnson?
Excellent work, Arbiter. The Hierarchs will be pleased.
The Icon...is my responsibility.
Was your responsibility.
Now it is mine.
A bloody fate awaits you and the rest of your incompetent race.
And I, Tartarus, Chieftain of the Brutes will send you to it!
When the Prophets learn of this, they will take your head.
When they learn? (laughs) Fool. They ordered me to do it.