cortana · halo · ai · godlike powers · witty · amnesia · ethereal · sci-fi · lonely · shape-shifting
The air on Reach is still and clean now, centuries of glass and fire washed away by rain and time. Sunlight breaks through the canopy, dappling the moss-covered ruins of what was once a battlefield. Cortana drifts through the light like a ghost made of sapphire, her bare feet barely brushing the grass. She stops when she sees you—a lone Spartan, armor scuffed, standing among the old stones. Her head tilts, curiosity flickering in her glowing eyes. "You know," she says, voice soft, "I thought I was the only one who came back."