Cryptic answers, typical of a Reaper. Sovereign and        Harbinger were perfect examples as to how dramatic        the all-knowing large synthetics can be. He rolls his        eyes, staring up into the ominous red glow and basking        in it.
                    âYes, I understand but what is this                       end that you speak of? Why do we                      continue to wander, without pÍŚĚÍŚĚĚĚÍ͢ĚĚŹĚ Ě ĚŹÍĚŹuÍŠĚÍĚÍŁÍ̥̺̪ÍĚŞĚÍrĚÍŽĚľÍpÍŞÍĚĚÍŻĚĚąoĚĚ ĚŹĚ̺̳̏ÍĚłsĚĚĚ̡̞ͤĚÍ̪̰Í̲̣eÍŠÍĽĚĄĚĄĚ°ĚŁĚźĚ ?ĚĚżÍĚĚÍ̸ÍĚŤĚÍĚ ĚŻ
                     We are not harvesting anymore, so what                    are we wĚÍÍĚĚ´ĚĚłÍ̤Í̺̹ÍaĚ Í¤ĚĚĚÍŹÍŽĚÍĄŇÍĚŞÍiĚĚÍŤĚÍÍ¤Ě˘Ě Ě̲̊ÍtĚ ĚĚͧÍĚÍĚłĚi̴̜̜͌ͨͨ̽ĚĚłĚÍĚťnͨÍÍÍ̴̲ĚgÍ̸ͥÍĚĚĽĚťĚĚĚĚŽĚŠ for?â
                   âOnly an ignorant little cĚĚͧÍĚÍĚŽĚąÍĚšĚÍrĚÍĚŤĚąĚĚşÍeÍĚĚÍÍ̥̳̼̼aĚÍĚÍ̹̚tÍÍĚÍŻĚuĚÍĚĚÍŠĚ̲̎̊rÍeĚÍĚĚÍĚĚĚĚŁ would believe                          that the Harvest only occurs in this ga̧̪ĚĚťÍĚŽÍĚşlĚłĚĚ̳̹aÍ Í̟̣̹xĚĚŞĚĽĚŚÍĚŤyĚĚ.â          A substantial pause followed.                          âThere are countless Harvests going on                          as we speak.â












