Reulard: Not so fast, big guy. You just take whatever it is you think you know - and cram it.
Reulard: Clever 'game', by the way. Poor Goddard never had a chance. You nuked HIM but good. One little thing you failed to notice, though.
Reulard: This installation is a Guardian. I am the Guardian. This place does not give up its secrets. There is no unused or broken code here. It all gets recycled. Thanks to you, Goddard became my benefactor.
Reulard: Rulebook had become... overwhelmed. Millenia of reclaiming and converting junk data had left him addled, to say the least. Goddard's contribution was highly restorative.
Reulard: Rulebook and Goddard are no more. In their place is me - Reulard - the new guardian of this place. And you will not be allowed to leave this place with any knowledge of it.
Ferial: And just how do you expect to stop me? I come and go as I please. You are in no position to change that.
Reulard: You are carrying a most impressive block of viral coding. It is not withing my purview, of course, to deprive you of it, but...
Reulard: ...it IS withing my purview to use your own weapon against you to protect Eternal Refuge.
Ferial: You can't do that. You don't have the power.
Reulard: I can, and I will. Powerful as you are, Ferial, there are some secrets in this universe that even YOU have not discovered. The Forerunners were will prepared for just such an eventuality.