You might be too late. You know me, when I make a promise… You keep it. Just keep your head down. There’s two of us in here now remember. What use am I? I cannot longer command ships lead troopers into battle. What would you have your Arbiter do? For ages we search for one who might unlock the secrets of the ring. “We got a new contact! Unknow classification!” “It isn’t one of ours. Take it out!” This is Spartan 117. Yet, the Humans were able to evade your ships land on the Sacred ring. Slip space rupture! Chief! Any idea what it means? If he leaves the Covenant fleet to Earth they won’t stand a chance. Mr. Mohawk’s gonna activate this ring. We’re all gonna die. I will continue my campaign against the humans. No, Arbiter! You will not. The Great Journey waits for no one, brother. Not even you. Whatever the cost. Gotcha ya! You know, your father never asked me for help either. The index is secure.