In the Chapter Highway 17, after Colonel Odessa gives you the RPG to take down the gunship, I wandered around looking for something out of the ordinary. I couldn't find anything so I started to stare at the Vortigaunt for a little bit when he gave me HEV power (around 60 points) then he started talking in a different voice... sounded like a jamaican voice if you ask me. Anyway here's what he said:
We still see you in Black Mesa. Clearly we see you in the Nihilanth's Chamber.
We bear witness to the bright eternity of the Nihilanth's demise. You leap, you fall, we see you flash beyond the barriers.
For a brief time you joined with us. You are one. Between the worlds.
Communion of the vortessence. And that other: a deeper mystery. No deeper than the void itself.
We cannot forget those whose cords you cut. Forgiveness is not ours to bestow.
Unity of purpose, the shattering of common shackles, a single road we tread.
Your song we sing and shall sing for eternity. No matter the consequences of this struggle.
You have brought us grief and jubilation beyond measure.
We are there still, in observance of your final stroke
While our own lay scattered at your feet, you severed the vortal cord that bound the Nihilanth to life, and to us.
That sharp spur of hope has not dulled to this day. For once the lesser Master lay defeated, we knew the greater must also fall in time.
With you beside us, a talisman of victory, the day of freedom draws nigh.
Your bright face obscures your darker mask.
Far distant eyes lookout through yours.
Something secret steers us both. We shall not name it.
We have endured this chafing bonds for eons, yet a single moment of further servitude seems intolerable.
How often have we slipped our yoke, only to find it choking us again.
Let this war end in total victory or our extinction. No further compromise shall we allow.
We take our stand beside you, here, upon this miserable rock.
The way ahead is dark for the moment.
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 only if you would see it.
How many are there in you? Whose hopes and dreams do you encompass?
Our life is worthless unless spent on freedom.
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.
Interesting stuff, I'm trying to understand what those lines in bold really mean. If anyone has any thoughts, post what you think.
We still see you in Black Mesa. Clearly we see you in the Nihilanth's Chamber.
We bear witness to the bright eternity of the Nihilanth's demise. You leap, you fall, we see you flash beyond the barriers.
For a brief time you joined with us. You are one. Between the worlds.
Communion of the vortessence. And that other: a deeper mystery. No deeper than the void itself.
We cannot forget those whose cords you cut. Forgiveness is not ours to bestow.
Unity of purpose, the shattering of common shackles, a single road we tread.
Your song we sing and shall sing for eternity. No matter the consequences of this struggle.
You have brought us grief and jubilation beyond measure.
We are there still, in observance of your final stroke
While our own lay scattered at your feet, you severed the vortal cord that bound the Nihilanth to life, and to us.
That sharp spur of hope has not dulled to this day. For once the lesser Master lay defeated, we knew the greater must also fall in time.
With you beside us, a talisman of victory, the day of freedom draws nigh.
Your bright face obscures your darker mask.
Far distant eyes lookout through yours.
Something secret steers us both. We shall not name it.
We have endured this chafing bonds for eons, yet a single moment of further servitude seems intolerable.
How often have we slipped our yoke, only to find it choking us again.
Let this war end in total victory or our extinction. No further compromise shall we allow.
We take our stand beside you, here, upon this miserable rock.
The way ahead is dark for the moment.
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 only if you would see it.
How many are there in you? Whose hopes and dreams do you encompass?
Our life is worthless unless spent on freedom.
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.
Interesting stuff, I'm trying to understand what those lines in bold really mean. If anyone has any thoughts, post what you think.
