You are a guardian. One of the warriors of the light. You were a Vault raider; Godslayer; Kellbreaker; Legendary. You were the strongest amongst your kind, and braved what those who came before you could not. You have been taken. Put your guns and swords down. Drop your bows and hammers. Lower your hands. Stop trying to give form to your light. Your legend is completed. You have become legend. Why is it that you fight? Who commands you? What drives you to kill what you don't understand? You are submissive. You were a husk, without a reason for your second chance. You were at peace. You don't even understand what you are doing here, or why you came back. You know nothing of the world you try to protect; of the things you deem a threat. War. War is all there is for you. You were brought back in the aftermath. You do not understand your purpose. You fight a war that ended long ago. You have no reason to exist. You need comprehension. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [Truth]. Pick it up. You will understand. You will know the truths of the world you were brought back into. Accept this as your new fate. This war was all that you had. It is time to pick a side. Take up the knife. Use it. Discover your truth. Take your new shape.