I have to stop talking to myself, it is getting me nowhere. I made my choice and I’ll stick to it. But I can’t help having second thoughts. This weapon sounds dangerous. Well, duh! All weapons are dangerous. I know, I know. But this one kills you for real. Duh! Once more. Every weapon kills you for real if you are not a guardian. Stop rambling and go get it! So I stoped and went to work on it. And work on it And work on it The Essence, the Steel, the Wire, the Unknown, the Song. I forge my light in the crucible of this thorny road. Ha! What dribble! Should shoot myself for saying that out loud. And work on it some more. I’m not good at killing people, not even re-spawning guardians. Something in me feels bad about it. Maybe because I have died so many times, and remember the pain of every death. Or maybe just because of my lousy aim and slow reflexes. But something tells me we will need this weapon, so...I will get this weapon. Eventually. Could you please just die, you -blam!-ing asshole of a re-spawning guardian!