Star Screen, I'm host. Lord Metatron, I was relieved to hear of your resurrection. You left me the diamond, prosthetic insect. One, only to help spawn our new army, the fallen and creed. After all, in your absence, someone had to take command. So disappointing. Get me, careful fragile. Even if death there is no command but mine. My master, I feel you on earth. The All Spark is destroyed.