And you do not know what it is you face. You have no idea who your true enemies are. How insignificant you are to them.

[Insignificant is not the proper word for what they were. They were very significant to the ones who hunted them. They had sacrificed more than most could imagine in their attempt to find and eradicate the Nest. Countless hundreds and thousands of cycles. And it was a battle the Nest was losing. Slowly but surely. Their forces had dwindled even in his comparatively short time. No matter how much you trained, no matter how strong you became, no matter how much of yourself you gave, if they found you alone you would lose.

So they ran, and they hid, and they came out only long enough to strike key blows, to sabotage the plans that their enemies laid, to undo their works in some small way. To stem the tide of their malignant growth. The last sentinels.

None of their survival was guaranteed, but it could be improved.

Could be, if a Host didn't spend all of their time fighting the only chance they had for survival.]

As for your head, I have no interest in it. You are the one who made contact. Do not do it again without my permission.

[There are more reasons than one for the careful distance Prince kept in most situations. His mind was not as quiet as it could be.]