the ground and into a nearby wall. Then he turned his gaze to the other humans, daring them to act.

Raising her in a private channel, he asks, “Has this conduct been acceptable Master Juridical?”

to put his words to the test. They had slapped in a new magazine, taken aim and squeezed the trigger, landing a shot on the exposed techsuit. Whether they were brave or foolish, the Didact couldn’t decide. Still an example must be made.

Engulfing the human in a constraint field, forcing them off -

down your arms, flee and in exchange I will grant you your lives. Continue to oppose me at your own peril.”

Didact tilted his head ever so slightly in Juridical’s direction. He had tried words. Had shown restraint. What followed would not be in his fault.

There is one human that wished -

pings off his armor and begins to pool at his feet. They had achieved nothing. It is only when the humans have exhausted their ammunition that he speaks, his voice booming over them as he rises in the air to accentuate his point.

“I am not here for any of you, or to cause harm to humanity. Lay -

As the door slides open, the Didact steps out in front, unabashed and unashamed of what he represents to these humans. The rest may wish to ignore what being a Forerunner means, but he never will.

He stands there and lets them fire upon him. Bullet after bullet finds their mark and harmlessly-

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘!
𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓!
𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞!

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comfort one that never meant much to him. The domain had never done anything to lessen the pain of losing his children. He doubts it will do anything for her now, even as he hopes to be wrong.

gone."

The Didact slowly strides towards her until he is close enough to lay a hand upon her shoulder. He does not allow for his suit to connect to hers, but still he hopes the physical presence is a comfort.

"They have found rest in the halls of the domain. They are at peace."

A hollow-

There is no good answer as to why. Nothing that would bring closure or comfort. Only more despair and misery. Rather than inflicting more pain he instead chooses to ignore it.

"I have been many things in my life, but a liar has never been one of them. I am sorry young one but they are-

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the other survivors had foolishly abandoned it. The irony that it was a builder.

left.

"The Mantle and its teachings remain to us even if nothing else does. Let that anchor you as you find your footing in this strange unfamilar galaxy. The rest will follow."

It only now dawned on him that beside himself, she could be the only other believer in this galaxy. As far as he knew-

he could offer her. That there truly was a living breathing Forerunner beside her. That she was not alone.

"No. They're not."

Who exactly Antiquity was asking after, if anyone specifically he wasn't sure. The inexplicable truth remained the same. They were all that was -

grow angry and bitter at it, yet process that it had happened all the same. She has had no such luxury.

He allows his suits ancilla to remove his helmet, slowly sliding away, it's pieces storing itself elsewhere in his armor. No matter how grotesque his appearance now, it was all that-

Wordlessly, he gives a slight tilt of his head forward in a nod. Most of those that had seen already were all those left.

It is impossible to consider his second exile in the cryptum as any sort of blessing, but it did allow him this. It had given him time to accept all that had happened. To-

You will be impressed by the book deals I have planned. Here is one of the samples.

I will be assembling the Forerunner equivalent of the dream team.

I’m gonna get off scot free.

𝘾𝙋𝙊 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨
𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳

DOB: June 6, 2499
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 230 lbs
Personality: Grandfatherly calm, Assertively Supportive

FC: Anthony Varrecchia

matter how much he wanted to believe it.

catastrophe after catastrophe. For the Forerunners. For the galaxy. But all is not lost. There is still the future to look to. We still remain. Not as we once were, but it is enough."

Didact expected the words to only be a shallow comfort for Antiquity. It sounded shallow and hollow to himself no -

low he had fallen.

The light on his armor dimmed, as the rage left him. Doubt and uncertainty replaced it, though even these were shoved to the side for now. There would be no answers today.

"Yes. A hundred thousand years have passed since your expedition. Much of that time has been filled with -

gotten his revenge on Faber. Delivered upon him suffering that was nearly unimaginable. Why had that not been enough?

His words had been true. Yet they had also been cruel for the sake of cruelty. An attempt to strike at any Builder for simply being apart of a rate that was angry towards. How -

Whatever feelings of grim satisfaction he had been expecting, from forcing the first form's eyes open to the crimes of the builders, failed to materialize. He felt nothing in her disillusionment.

What had it accomplished. She wasn't the Master Builder. Had not served on the old council. He had -

lay claim to the Mantle."

softens things. Whatever hints of softness quickly dissipate as he begins to discuss the humans.

"Devolution was their punishment for daring to strike at us. Sufficient... if it had been the sum of their crimes. But they have much more to answer for. They unleashed the Flood and even now dare-

was known as the Iso Didact during our war with the Flood. He took over command of our military once Faber's misdeeds began to come to light."

His tone softens a tad as he discusses Bornstellar. There was still plenty he was cross about, but the memories of the first form hunting for treasure-

off the memories of his time in the Burn. One day he would share that story with the first-form. Just to see their trust in Faber and their own rate weaken even more. For now he will bide his time and wait for a better time to drop that hammer.

"I believe so. His name is Bornstellar, but he -

struggle. The Warrior Servants had just proven themselves in the war against the humans. We were to be replaced by Builder Security and the all consuming chase of short term success. Nothing mattered to builders under Faber except enriching themselves."

It takes all of his might to fight-

Builder supremacy!"

His suit's ancilla clammers to life at this moment. Requesting that the Didact calm himself. He pays it no mind. Let the builder learn what their rate had forced onto the galaxy.

"Faber shattered the greatest fighting force in the galaxy on the eve of our greatest-