Shame. That is my label. My blue skin serves as a reminder to the humans that my kind abandoned them in their time of need. I don't remember my past life but I know the history. I've studied it. Absorbed it. Weeped over it. Since being brought to light by the Traveler, I long to study it. To know it. To understand it. So that maybe, just maybe, I can atone for the betrayal I feel for what my people have done. I will learn to master the light so that the darkness may never again bring such damage upon these who have endured. As on physics so will it be in the struggle. The light always overcomes the darkness. I am rather nonviolent by nature, possibly because of my genetic cowardice, but understand that for the light to prevail, it must fight the darkness. I don't care too much for the mindless combat of the Crucible but I do see its relevance. The Darkness is relentless and we must be ready. I live by the grace of the Traveler. Without such benevolence I would not have this privilege of renewal. So, I will live by the word of the Speaker and for the light. Knowledge is the key to winning this war and I will not fail where my kinsmen did. I call myself Thandrahil and I am nothing without the light.