Entry #1: I have found myself sitting on the most extreme ledges of the Tower's confines, gazing with Light infused eyes at The Traveler. This has become a regular habit of mine, if an Exo can have habits. As night falls, the lights of the city far below, cast a myriad of colors and light upon the dark hulk of our savior. My sensors struggle to fully comprehend the sheer beauty of this scene, and yet "color" matter little to my combat algorithms. My fellow Guardians beckon me to join them on a raid into Hive territory. They need my support, they need my Metal and Circuits. Metal and Circuits. But is that who i am? I was forged to fight among the remnants of Humanity and was given a mind! But can i not think beyond war? What am i in the Light? That does not become hidden by the night? When its shadow covers all, all may only know the sound my voice, and the touch of my skin. Yet even my skin is not my own, for inside i am still but Metal and Circuits. Metal and Circuits. Titan Guardian Exo SL00749 "Rok"