The corridor of green light narrowed as the Lanterns accelerated. Stars stretched into lines, then resolved again as speed stabilized. Salaak's voice cut in without preamble. "Strike contingent, this is Salaak. Your course to Sector Five-Eight-Six has been confirmed."

𝐇𝐚𝐥 Sinestro, Savior of Korugar 𝛥𝑟𝜄𝑠𝜄𝛼 Gʀᴇᴇɴ Lᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ Tomar-Re Ⲋⲁⳑⲁⲕⲕ Mogo - that this defeat was not an ending imposed upon him, but a recognition, long delayed, that even a mind stretched across worlds cannot outrun the quiet insistence of time, which gathers all things back into meaning, and then, gently, lets them go .