"Call it what you will. It belongs to Atriox and the Banished now." (Escharum talking to Castor about the recovery of the Forerunner crystal shards from the Anodyne Spirit.)
"Pray Atriox punishes your defiance now. If we ever meet again, I will peel the flesh from your bones with my own hands." (to Castor)
"Remember his example. We do not bow our heads. We do not kneel before false idols. We stand together! Fight together! Lay down our lives to protect our creed! Atriox showed us the way! Together... we are invincible! We are the Banished!"
"Atriox! His actions inspire us! No more Prophets! No more lies. We stand together. Brothers to the end. We are his will. We are his legacy! We are the Banished!"
"The hour approaches. Soon the Banished will stand victorious. Atriox... hear these words. Even from beyond this life, your will is served. Your forces occupy the Ring. Within hours, it will be under our control. Humanity will cower before your legacy. They will burn. Their brazen defiance will be all but a memory."
"A Spartan? No. Something better. The Master Chief returns. We thought you dead. Tossed into the void, yet here you stand. Humans call you their savor. The Covenant... Demon. The Banished? Prey. (chuckles) Destroy this craft if you must. It matters not. The Banished will hunt you down. Pursue you wherever you run." (Escharum's first encounter with the Master Chief)
"Do you think this disruption will be enough? Victory is already ours. So, run, Spartan. We will meet on the battlefield." (Escharum addressing the Master Chief during Warship Gbraakon's destruction)
" So...Tremonius has fallen. A victim of the Master Chief's might. Do not fool yourself. He was not the best of the Banished. Not by any measure. (growls) It occurs to me that we have not been introduced. I, of course, know of you, Spartan. Your legend. The fear you inspire is admirable. The hope you stir in the hearts of your kind... misplaced. I want you to know my name too. To know my legend. How else will you beg me for mercy? I am Escharum. War Chief of the Banished. This is my world now. And you have little time remaining in it."
"The UNSC lost this war months ago. Your people are broken. Scattered. Hunted. Defeated. By me. I wish I could tell you it was difficult. But it wasn't. We are one step ahead! Always! The Ring is already until our control! Soon, the Auditorium as well. The Harbinger and the Banished share the same goal! We fight together to honor the will of Atriox! But, without challenge, I grew... weary. Lost. Alone. But here you now stand. This is my last fight. A true test of legends! Our story will outlive us both. Set a fire in your heart, Spartan! Bare you fangs! Fight hard. Die well."
"How many Spartans remain? Do you even know? There would have been 50 at Laconia Station, maybe more. Such a loss. Do you feel it in your heart? Does it leave a hole? Atriox was my finest recruit. He understood sacrifice and when one is necessary. I honor his memory each day. When our enemy rises, we meet their challenge. It is why I created the Hand of Atriox. I found the best. The cruelest. The most effiecnt killers in the universe... and taught them how to be better. My Spartan Killers are coming for you. It is your time to rise."
"Nothing is lost."
"No. Odds will not break him."
"What is it?
"Is it a weakness? Something to exploit?"
"Done. Atriox believed you to be valuable. Prove him correct."
"I am losing patience with her. Please, tell me your mission was a success."
"Are you sure?"
"Keep him alive. But have your fun. You have earned it."
"Do I have your attention, Spartan? Do I?! You feel his pain. Each twist of my blade hurts you as much as him. He will not die by my hand, but he will suffer until you stand before me. For the Banished, victory is our shared cry. A refusal to cower, to bend. Our weaknesses beaten from us. Banished. It makes us strong! Your humanity makes you weak. Vulnerable. Defeatable. Our time together is ending. I await our final fight."
"I thought perhaps that I had misjudged you. That you would allow your cohort to die for... the greater good. I pity you that I was correct. The House of Reckoning. Such an appropriate name. Many of your kind have entered this arena. None have left. Come. Look upon my work. Understand why we won."
"It is no accident that the Banished were able to win so decisively. Arm yourself, Master Chief. Scavenge this battlefield. Know that each item you find is a remnant of their sacrifice and a testament to our strength!"
"Your Created. The false god Cortana destroyed my world. My home! But she could not kill the fire that burns in the heart of the Banished. It made us stronger! Can you say the same?"
"Do you recall the Siege of Palghanar? One settlement held out against my forces for nineteen days. They fought well. To the end. But their fate was sealed from the start."
"This was never about ceremony but about observing choice. Reactions. Fear. Gather what you need, Spartan. A storm approaches beyond these walls. Each misstep you make is the ammunition I need to dismantle your spirit. Prepare yourself for the end!"
"This world. Looping. Repeating... forever. Is it a symbol of life or a cruel joke by the Forerunners?"
"You were there when we struck the Infinity. The first dreadnought came from the side. In the chaos that followed, you hardly had time to notice the other three bear down upon you. Do you know how long it took us to neutralize your greatest ship? Four minutes. In four minutes, the Infinity, mankind's finest achievement, became a memory."
"The end approaches... But first... a last surprise."
"Blademaster. Show him why I chose you!"
"He wanted to kill your friend. But I promised him a sweeter kill. Or a warrior's death."
"Whatever the outcome, know this: the Banished control this Ring. We came for war. A thousand legions occupy this world. The Auditorium will give up its secrets. Your interference is just... an irritation. Fleeting."
"I told you that I would not kill him."
"No... you will try."
"He knows I'm here. This was never a trap. It is a test of mettle. Our battle ends here."
"Bear witness! Our story will become legend. Told by those that survive you."
"Spartan! Fight me!"
"Nothing... nothing ends. My death will inspire a thousand others... Tell them... I died well."
"Atriox sees you for what you are and what you could be. For the fury that fuels your desire for freedom is his fury too. We shall do great things together—hunt powerful prey and plunder ancient treasures. You shall be paid in blood and sport and spoils. And you shall never bow again.”