Anytime is agreeable. All we have is time, Ascendant.

It was a decision, made mere seconds before the firing of the rings. It was nearly a failure. I too, am elated to see you. There is much to discuss.

Not the only one left, but one of very few, Ascendant.

Another Lifeworker? I am joyful to hear of it.

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*The Lifeshaper is quiet for a moment. Clearly, there is a gap in the Builders memory* The ‘new’ council has no formality, as of yet, but it will be compiled with those that remain after the firing of the rings. Tell me, young Builder, where you were when the rings were fired.

What little of a Council that remains, yes. We are rebuilding, and there is so much to be done. A formal gathering of the remaining members of our race has yet to be arranged.

I agree, but what would you have me do, young Builder? If you have a solution, I will hear it. May the one without error cast the first judgement.

Yes. It could. I trust the Master Juridical knows what she is doing. Mantle forbid she go against our principles.

It could be viewed that way, indeed.

Am I really witnessing this?

Musing?! The Domain is in a state of disarray, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. I will not be spoken to so condescendingly. You have worked in my stead? Good for you. I am back, and I will work where I see fit. Perhaps if you learned your place, we could work towards this better tomorrow you seem to envision.

Let it be said that I do not wish us to simply forget the past: We must be mindful of it. The errors. The assumptions. The paths not taken.

Distance is something that can be overcome. Your focus on the negative needs correction.

To effect change, we must first be united. If we are not, we are doomed to repeat our previous failures.

Things are in quite the state of disarray, aren’t they.

My, what time has wrought since the firing of the rings.

Given the current state of the galaxy, her attire is perhaps… unsuitable. The remaining Forerunners are severely limited in the capacity to fabricate what is required. Armor. Ancilla. Anything.

No. You will not. Our numbers are too few. You are needed, regardless of what anyone thinks of you. We must stand together or die alone.

The Builder must remain alive. Since there is one who renounces their own heritage, another is required.

Beauty in design and beauty in purpose are two very different things.

How naive this one is. 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 of us were so innocent, and surely not the Master Builder.

Have patience. There is much to be decided.

A Builder yet lives? This is fortuitous.

— The past was 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 • a pattern of elation ; a 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 of possibilities • An 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 chase What more was 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

So much to review. No ancilla. This… will take some time.

They are all but whispers now. The human ancilla said it best… 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴.

Aesos And I will be going forward with her being alive now. Carry on.

A third, to break the tie.

Listening to her ‘shows’

Perhaps my return should be… delayed further.

The hatred between our people played a part in where we are now, repeating the past will not offer a different future.

I didn’t try. I succeeded. It will not. Provided I get out of my own exile, things will indeed need to be… different.

For now though…

#Queekisms I vote that from henceforth we refer to the Julie porn bots as the Flood.

Greetings. I’m the enemy.

*sigh*

On that, Master Juridical, we agree.