No me quedan fuerzas para odiarte, mi alma ya no puede repararse, ya no siento, ya no veo y aunque intente no te creo, no me ruegues que quererte ya no puedo.
—  Voy a olvidarte.

Vaguely I wondered about the giant ring. Had I imagined it? It had seemed so real. Then a word flashed into my revived mind, echoing from the image I had just seen or imagined or conjured up from anoxia.

That single word connected intimately with the precious little the Domain had revealed to me: Death. Destruction. Massive power.

That word was Halo.