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The Didact removed the spherules by hand, it might have been hours later. The stars rotated slowly to a new position.

I seemed to be at the center of the universe. I could neither reason nor believe that it was our ship that had moved.
I was taken aft and placed in a large cubicle that could have comfortably contained a squad of warriors: gray, a single light in the rear wall, empty of all ornament, clean, slightly cool.
“Eat nothing for a time but drink when you are thirsty,” the Didact told me, arranging my limbs on the bunk. The bunk was larger than I needed—for now. “Your body will be upset. Not all the changes will happen right away. It could take many days.”
“I feel a shadow in my head,” I said.
“The old you. Soon, you will experience a cleaner, swifter mind. You will feel an arrogant kind of exhilaration—and then, that, too, will pass.”
(Halo:Cryptum; Ch.16)

Night upon night I struggled with the limited feeds, and day after day I suffered under the polite condescension of my father and the sad reckoning of my mother. I had hardly even begun to explore the depths of the Didact’s imprint, still slowly opening and expanding within me. There was a reason for the concealment and slow unfolding. Those resources were not for my personal entertainment, nor even for my own growth and edification. They had to be buried deep against intrusive access—to be unlocked only if I returned to a position of importance, responsibility.
(Halo:Cryptum; Ch.29)

“My husband and I were separated for a thousand years,” the Librarian says. “Much happened during that time. The Didact, while fully functional, currently possesses less than a third the active memory of. . .” She can hardly bring herself to say, “the original.” “Understood,” I say. I am also forbidden from telling her that the Ur-Didact is alive as well and has been returned to the ecumene. Why does she not yet know? “That may change in time,” she says, “as his imprint continues to flower. Yet he does remember some very disturbing things.” “Strange you have not been called to give such evidence before now.”
(Hao:Silentium; Ch.2)