Ghost Fragment: Warlock 3 "I was a Warlock. I sought knowledge, as we all do. I was not a Thanatonaut like Pujari, seeking knowledge in death. I was not the head of a legion of informants like Master Rey. I desired to touch it. To feel it. To find it myself and satiate my lust. But at what cost? Hands, stained with sharp Hive venom. Eyes, beholding hallucinations of the Vex paradigms. Scars of Fallen incision, dissection, overbearing [i]curiosity.[/i] In finding knowledge, I have lost myself to sin. There is no cure for this, it cannot be cast away as lightning nor purified by fire nor thrown to the void. The intricacies of one's being become corrupted, a parasite, they offer you nothing - but to kill them is to leave yourself a hollow shell of what once was. They say that being a Warlock is truly understanding, and to channel that understanding into power. They are not wrong, but heed this - once you embark on your journey to find such power, you will not come back the same. Thereafter, can you still call yourself [i]you?[/i]"