Legend: The Legionnaire He had died as he had lived; alone. He had devoted all of his life as a guardian trying to understand the motives and the power of the ancient race called the Vex. They perplexed him in so many ways, made him ask so many questions, and never had he received an answer. He had samples of the Vex. Working heads of Goblins, that for every minute he was with them, their sleepless red eye would track him as he paced back and forth. They told him unimaginable things, horrible things about the universe that were better left known to none. He could feel them when he was far far away from any living thing. They had become part of him... He idolized Kabr's work and ventured into the vault, finding his armor and taking hold of the mighty Aiegis soothed him. It was as if he were at home. The Vex did not attack, nor did they pursue him as he explored the ancient Vex complex. They studied him... They were as interested in him as he was in them. It was almost.. Beautiful. He entered a portal, and fearing this would be the end, told his ghost to relay what he had learned from the Vex to the Vanguard. As he entered, he was torn into millions of dimensions, bits and pieces of his memory were scattered across space and time, and left his body lifeless as they did so. He died in the vault, trying to understand the Vex... But how can one understand something that even itself doesn't understand?