[i]Each mote of dust tells a story of an ancient earth. An end will come. We will be there. The deep black is many things, but never lonely. Your traveler has a dark mirror. The Nine are very large. I cannot explain. The fault is mine. So lonely here. You're a tool for physical violence, yes? The Nine wish to speak with you. [spoiler]And yes, I may be just quoting our top agent, Xûr.[/spoiler] [/i]