Entry 5/10 & 6/10 Now I can't lie, that gun and that knife in my hand, feels like magic. Nothing will feel the same as that. Replace it, no. Nothing can replace it... but things are different now. I've found power and a feeling of contentment in arc, after all this time without anything else. I'm connected to it now. Of course, I think, I wonder what Variks would think of that.      Yeah, I think I'll stick with this staff. I'm an arcstrider now. ***    I've always hated the vex since the black garden, but seeing them capturing eliksni was a no go in my book. I'll admit I was surprised by Failsafe's eagerness to let them out.      I knew she was right, they wouldn't thank me, and I had no choice but to kill them. I'm still not comfortable. I have no idea who these fallen are, or what house they're from. Again I find myself wishing Variks was here. I feel like every time I gain a molecule more of sympathy for the fallen, I get an extra glare from a guardian. I don't have many friends around the tower. Word spreads, and I've lost count of how many times I've been called a bug hugger. I don't know what exactly I felt in that moment, when I found out they refused to kill each other in that vex cage. Pride? Admiration? Kinship? Maybe all of them.      I find myself scrounging through tower documents for more information. What more could I learn? What more could I understand before pointing a gun between their eyes?