James nodded. “It’s… amazing how much we’re willing to give up. Our friends, our families, everyone we ever met… it’s all gone. We’ll never see those people again. We don’t even get to be ourselves anymore.” He looked away from her. “I used to be. I was one of the first people made here. Generation one. Well, generation one that we know about. Can’t ever really know with the Forerunner. But there isn’t any evidence of other generations, so…”