"They let me pick, did I ever tell you that?  Choose whichever Spartan I wanted.  You know me.  I did my research.  Watched as you became the soldier we needed you to be.  Like the others, you were strong and swift and brave.  A natural leader.  But you had something they didn't.  Something no one saw... but me.  Can you guess?  Luck.  Was I wrong?"

     "I'll drop a beacon.  But it'll be a while before anyone finds us.  Years, even."

     "Wake up, Chief... I need you..."

     "I will not allow you to leave this planet!"

     I can give you over forty thousand reasons why I know that sun isn't real.  I know it because the emitter's Rayleigh effect is disproportionate to it's suggested size.  I know because it's stellar cycle is more symmetrical than that of an actual star.  But for all that, I'll never actually know if it looks real... if it feels real... before this is all over, promise me you'll figure out which one of us is the machine."

     "We were supposed to take care of each other.  And we did."

     "Welcome home, John."