I know I have a heart

The offering upon the shrine is moved ever so slightly, as if a draft or a blip of electricity has moved it. But the Voice doesn’t come to answer questions – perhaps because the shrine isn’t done in Halo, perhaps because she’s too busy. Who knows? Hint, probably the first one. But he is one of her bright ones, and a calm soothing static covers him replenishing the fluid loss before everything falls to silence again and the static disperses.