"The way ahead is dark, for the moment," it replies, placidly, as it turns back to Gordon. "What seems to you a sacrifice is merely, to us, an oscillation. We do not fear the interval of darkness. We are a tapestry woven of Vortessence. It is the same for you, if only you would see it."
( So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight )
The Vortigaunt steps forward; it's inches from Gordon's face now.
( Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate )
"How many are there in you? Whose hopes and dreams do you encompass? Could you but see the eyes inside your own, the minds in your mind, you would see how much we share. We are you, Freeman. And you are us."