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[gladiumetscutum]

So, it's real. That's what she takes from his answer, even if it's not stated explicitly.

He had to shed his memories. Combining with the images she'd just seen, there's something haunting about those words. Being tormented to the point that you had to start sluffing off pieces of yourself... It's not something she even wants to think about. It's cruel. And yet, it's been done here, and it's been done more than once. By now, she's able to pull up the files on each individual AI fragment that has been created by the process, and it's getting beyond the point of only being horrifying.

Now, she's pissed that anyone has done something like this.

"I saw." Angry or not, she does her best to hold her soothing tone, not wanting to make it seem like her anger is directed at this AI. If an AI were capable of taking a deep breath, Cortana would be doing so in this particular moment. "I'm sorry that you've gone through all of this, Epsilon. It's hardly fair for anyone to be composed of little beyond horrific memories of someone else. You should know that what's being done here is not right. If the UNSC was aware, they wouldn't allow for it."

And she has full intentions of sharing this bit of information about Project Freelancer as she can. Or, at the very least, tipping someone off in order to have them run a full investigation. Preferably keeping herself out of trouble for hacking in, though saving her own ass is hardly the most important thing.

[memory_unlocked]

"What would be done to us?" His voice is clearer now, even if he's still not quite all there, his gaze such as it is, shifting to the strange AI. "I mean, he... The Director, he said I was going to be given to someone.."

But the name was eluding him, even if Her voice had faded.

"I mean, they're all out there... I think. Even her..."