Daisy turns to Valvalis, looking pensive. In a gesture she remembered thanks to the very person she hugged, the Spartan slowly cradles her in a soft hug. Both appreciation for getting to see her again, and to thank her for teaching her how to live.

"We're already home," she mutters to Valvalis, "we make it our own from now on, Val."

This was not Luceti. Without powers or not, a Spartan was raw human willpower, and after many long years, she had her freedom. This time they were able to choose their own fates.

This was not the hell of Harvest. She would never return to it.