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The angry Forerunner pointed a finger at the human, accusing him of all the problems in the galaxy, but really at that moment he was accusing him for faking his calm and patient tone, he hated the beautiful pity painted on the human's attitude.  His expressions contained serene understanding; his voice seemed capable of looking into his soul. He made him believe that the Forerunner was the only bad guy in history and found his forgiveness stifling by killing the humans, and that made him very angry.

The human finally spoke. "You are right about one thing, warrior Forerunner, man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own maze of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind the doors he has sealed.

We humans believe we know everything.  When you think about the vastness of the universe, you begin to realize that we know nothing but the limitations of our own environment.

Yet we had a fairly peaceful time deep in the galaxy.  We bet on our little corner and settled in, happy to be left alone to live as we chose.

But this doesn't mean that there aren't serious threats in the cosmos, more frightening than our imagination can conjure up, or remarkable wonders beyond our ability to imagine.  We should not be surprised that when we finally went looking, we discovered one of them.

The human nodded thoughtfully and turned off his energy weapon.

The Forerunner prepared his wrists and took up a fighting position. "I'm sorry, but my duty is to annihilate you."

The human didn't even flinch. Static, he looked at the landscape through the thick fog. "They destroyed the whole city, there's nothing left, damn you."

The Forerunner was surprised "I said I'm going to kill you human! Don't you care?"

In an apparent state of calm, the hominid preferred silence.

"I don't care about your human response, because that's his fate, death." The Forerunner replied.

The human stepped forward. "Go ahead and do it. I could have killed you, but... it's not necessary anymore, it's just me and you and the dead, not just my family, but all the dead, all of them, however, many billions of them, that you remind me of when I look at you.  And it occurs to me that there's no real difference between us, we'll end up dead in the end."

The Forerunner got back into a fighting position and prepared his wrists to fight.

The human looked at him calmly "What I meant was, if we took off our weapons, our armor, our mutations, our augmentations, ignored our culture and went back to our most primitive form, we would definitely have no difference"

"I told you there are no two races more different than Forerunners and Humans!" exclaimed the Forerunner.

The human soldier shrugged. "I see, are you always like this?" He asked, alluding to the Forerunners' haughty and arrogant attitude.

The Forerunner did not answer, perhaps realizing what the human meant, the arrogance, the corruption, the emotions, after all no one could be saved from imperfection. He reacted. "Your worlds, your army and your ships, you have nothing human anymore, what can you do against a race as superior as ours?"

"I couldn't have done anything. So if you're not going to kill me, I'll leave." The human suggested while looking at a small map.

Forerunner looked at it as he left, stunned, he thought the human is so strange, it makes us seem as if he can't even trust his own instincts.  He is both a creator who moves miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple.  His mind has the same dubious freedoms as a Forerunner child and the same wild limitations as the Flood.  Alone among the animals, he is moved by the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had seen some secret in the very shape of the hidden universe of the universe itself.  Only among the animals does he feel the need to divert his thinking from the fundamental realities of his own bodily being; to hide them as if in the presence of some higher possibility that creates the mystery of shame.
Then for the first time he understood that perhaps his race was to blame, as he watched the human fade into the mist. He had never seen a human as someone similar to himself, in fact since childhood he had been taught that hominids were wild and ruthless animals. Perhaps he had been lied to all his life.

He instantly felt a need to know the human. "Hey human, wait for me! I need to ask you something!" He pleaded vehemently before losing sight of that mysterious familiar being.

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The angry Forerunner pointed a finger at the human, accusing him of all the problems in the galaxy, but really at that moment he was accusing him for faking his calm and patient tone, he hated the beautiful pity painted on the human's attitude.  His expressions contained serene understanding; his voice seemed capable of looking into his soul. He made him believe that the Forerunner was the only bad guy in history and found his forgiveness stifling by killing the humans, and that made him very angry.

The human finally spoke. "You are right about one thing, warrior Forerunner, man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own maze of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind the doors he has sealed.

We humans believe we know everything.  When you think about the vastness of the universe, you begin to realize that we know nothing but the limitations of our own environment.

Yet we had a fairly peaceful time deep in the galaxy.  We bet on our little corner and settled in, happy to be left alone to live as we chose.

But this doesn't mean that there aren't serious threats in the cosmos, more frightening than our imagination can conjure up, or remarkable wonders beyond our ability to imagine.  We should not be surprised that when we finally went looking, we discovered one of them.

The human nodded thoughtfully and turned off his energy weapon.

The Forerunner prepared his wrists and took up a fighting position. "I'm sorry, but my duty is to annihilate you."

The human didn't even flinch. Static, he looked at the landscape through the thick fog. "They destroyed the whole city, there's nothing left, damn you."

The Forerunner was surprised "I said I'm going to kill you human! Don't you care?"

In an apparent state of calm, the hominid preferred silence.

"I don't care about your human response, because that's his fate, death." The Forerunner replied.

The human stepped forward. "Go ahead and do it. I could have killed you, but... it's not necessary anymore, it's just me and you and the dead, not just my family, but all the dead, all of them, however, many billions of them, that you remind me of when I look at you.  And it occurs to me that there's no real difference between us, we'll end up dead in the end."

The Forerunner got back into a fighting position and prepared his wrists to fight.

The human looked at him calmly "What I meant was, if we took off our weapons, our armor, our mutations, our augmentations, ignored our culture and went back to our most primitive form, we would definitely have no difference"

"I told you there are no two races more different than Forerunners and Humans!" exclaimed the Forerunner.

The human soldier shrugged. "I see, are you always like this?" He asked, alluding to the Forerunners' haughty and arrogant attitude.

The Forerunner did not answer, perhaps realizing what the human meant, the arrogance, the corruption, the emotions, after all no one could be saved from imperfection. He reacted. "Your worlds, your army and your ships, you have nothing human anymore, what can you do against a race as superior as ours?"

"I couldn't have done anything. So if you're not going to kill me, I'll leave." The human suggested while looking at a small map.

Forerunner looked at it as he left, stunned, he thought the human is so strange, it makes us seem as if he can't even trust his own instincts.  He is both a creator who moves miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple.  His mind has the same dubious freedoms as a Forerunner child and the same wild limitations as the Flood.  Alone among the animals, he is moved by the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had seen some secret in the very shape of the hidden universe of the universe itself.  Only among the animals does he feel the need to divert his thinking from the fundamental realities of his own bodily being; to hide them as if in the presence of some higher possibility that creates the mystery of shame.
Then for the first time he understood that perhaps his race was to blame, as he watched the human fade into the mist. He had never seen a human as someone similar to himself, in fact since childhood he had been taught that hominids were wild and ruthless animals. Perhaps he had been lied to all his life.

He instantly felt a need to know the human. "Hey human, wait for me! I need to ask you something!" He pleaded vehemently before losing sight of that mysterious familiar being.