Come, human. It is easy. Take the icon in your hands...
and do as you are told!
Please! Use caution! This Reclaimer is delicate!
One more word, Oracle, and I'll rip your eye from its socket!
Which is nothing compared to what I'll do to you.
Tartarus, stop!
Impossible!
Put down the Icon.
Put it down? And disobey the Hierarchs?
There are things about Halo even the Hierarchs do not understand.
Take care, Arbiter. What you say is heresy.
Is it?
Oracle! What is Halo's purpose?
Collectively, the seven -
Not-another-word!
Please...
Don't shake the light-bulb.
If you want to keep your brain inside your head, I'd tell those boys to chill.
Go ahead. Do your thing.
The sacred rings...what are they?
Weapons of last resort, built by the Forerunners to eliminate potential Flood hosts, thereby rendering the parasite harmless.
And those who made the rings? What happened to the Forerunners?
After exhausting every other strategic option, my creators activated the rings. They, and all additional sentient life in three radii of the galactic center, died...as planned.
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Tartarus. The Prophets have betrayed us.
No, Arbiter!
The Great Journey has begun!
And the Brutes, not the Elites, shall be the Prophets' escort!