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This is a list of quotes by [[Forthencho]], Lord of Admirals of [[Prehistoric human civilization|prehistoric human forces]].

*"This is the answer. No immunity and no cure. There is only struggle, or succumb. Either way, the [[Primordial]] will have its due. We have met our creators, they have given us the answers we sought—and that is our curse." - Forthencho's essence to the IsoDidact and Chakas upon hearing the truth about humanity's supposed immunity to the Flood.

*'''Chakas''': "Go to sleep."

*'''Forthencho''': "Death has been sleep enough."

:—Shortly after his spirit's reawakening in Chakas.

*'''Forthencho''': "You have affection for a Forerunner."

*'''Forthencho''': "It is no crime. I once felt affection for a Warrior-Servant as I hunted his ships and destroyed his fighters. No lover ever felt my attentions so fiercely."

:—Commenting on his relationship with the Didact.

*'''Chakas''': "You aren't real. I wonder if you were ever real."

*'''Forthencho''': "I'm as real as I have ever been."

*'''Chakas''': "Since you died? ... Why do they need us?"

*'''Chakas''': "Humans? [[Erde-Tyrene civilization|The last dregs of us]] that remain after so many Forerunner victories? We became animals. We were devolved—and only the Librarian thought enough of us to raise us back up again!"

*'''Forthencho''': It doesn't care! The machine will do everything it can to destroy Forerunners. It knows that I have fought Forerunners before."

*'''Forthencho''': "But also learned! I have spent my time within you going over and over old battles, studying all our past failures, and now, I have full access to their new strategies! [[Installation 07|This wheel]] is but one of the weapons at our disposal—if we join. Out there, awaiting our commands, in many orbits around thousands of other worlds, in other star systems, are reserves of tens of thousands of [[Forerunner fleet|ships of war]]—and more Halos. We will be irresistible!"

:—Forthencho attempting to convince Chakas to join him and Mendicant Bias

*'''Chakas''': "What will happen if we survive?"

*'''Forthencho''': "The least I can do, young human. I need you. And if you ever wish to go home again—you need me."

:—Forthencho describing his plans of war to Chakas.

*'''Forthencho''': "This ancilla has more power than any previous command monitor. The Didact gave it complete control over Forerunner defenses. When the [[Faber|Master Builder]] assumed the Didact's rank, he came to believe that he might be punished for his audacity as well as his crimes. If the Master Builder was to be arrested and imprisoned, then this ancilla would take revenge on his behalf. Perhaps it is doing so now."

*'''Forthencho''': "But with much precedent in human history."

:—On Mendicant Bias.

*'''Chakas''': "I can't do this. Let them all die. Let me die. Let this end right here!"

*'''Bridge Officer #2''': "Population numbering over two billion. Forerunner ships on alert and inbound."

*'''Forthencho''': "Is it possible? Have we gotten ahead of it?"

*'''Forthencho''': "Damnit!"

*'''Bridge Officer #2''': "My Lord? The infestation is in a remote locale. Perhaps if we warn the Forerunners...?"

*The Gravemind no more understands the whole truth than we do. It is past all our understanding, from the greatest to the smallest. This reserve was wrapped in Precursor architecture, protected for  many billions of years. Out there. Perhaps if there were enough time, we could find it. But when the [[Halo Array|Halos]] are fired, not only will sentient life across the galaxy vanish, but all that knowledge will vanish as well. The greatest treasure of all will be destroyed."

*"I will send a message," I tell Forthencho. His lips crack as he attempts to laugh. "You don't understand me, Librarian. The effects of Halo radiation are already felt." I stare around the circle of wretched humans. I refuse to accept this. Lord of Admirals holds up both of his hands, holding on to me, then lets go and falls to his knees. He tries to smile. Blood streams from the cracked corners of his lips. Not a kind smile. Like the grin of a wolf. "The Halos will be fired," he says. "They are being fired. They have been fired!" With an agonized grimace, he collapses face-forward into the dirt and grass. His blood returns to the soil. The others try to sing, but give out only a low, deathly howl-what might be an old battle song, or perhaps conveying a final message from the Gravemind. Its laughter haunting me across thousands of light-years.