The voxtaker is rolling? All I have to do is talk. Uh...ok. So...



I keep having this nightmare. I'm standing in a field of helmets. I see names from my unit, my regiment, other regiments, female regiments, a lot of White Shields, and it stretches on forever. I knew that they'd died and I couldn't save them. Hmm? No, no. It's people who are dead and people who are still alive.



But, when I look into the distance, there's a Reaver – the one from the Legio Halcyon – that's been killed. There's a hole through its waist, still red hot. The sky is filled with fliers from the Navy and the Astartes.



Beyond that... Th-the...sky. It was open. The Eye, doc, the Eye! It was open wider than ever. And I knew that we were all going to die. The world starts to scream and rumble and...then...I wake up. It's the only dream I have anymore.



What does that mean?