Halo: Ember Remnants

His weapon is understanding. This understanding stems from dual heritage: one comes from the blood feud and mission in this world, and the other comes from the alien soul and memory. Between the hunting order and the truth of civilization, this contradictory perception leaves him forever faced with a choice. The moonlight did not penetrate the place where he came. There was only smoke, the smell of burning steel, and pupils that could never close. The sound of the wind was like a knife's edge in his ears. Every buzz is an angular entity, and every scream leaves burn marks on the nerve endings. Born this way - these ears can hear the farthest whispers, these eyes can see through the deepest darkness. The prey dies many times before it even gets close. But he never lived to hunt. Starting from the cold confrontation deep in the ruins of the Covenant, to the crumbling hell of High Charity, to the broken galaxy full of suspicion after the war. He has met enemies who are willing to tell him the truth, soldiers who have been abandoned by their own people, and people who are as silent as stone but make him want to live. Before he pulled the trigger every time, he asked a question - in the other person's language. This is perhaps the most wolf-like thing about him. It's probably the only thing that still makes him look like a wolf. A born hunter, but learning to understand. A soul that should only listen to instinct, but after every understanding, personally reverses the flow of history. Then he continued walking alone. Snow will bury the footprints. War will take on a new look. But he will always remember that question—— When all the voices are telling you that you should hate, what else can you hear?