Previous Entry: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/248841800?sort=0&page=0 [i]This fragment is a direct continuation from the last, and was given from the same Cluster.[/i] [b]*************************************************************************************[/b] [b][The following log was taken from the mind of Biocatarus-2.][/b] [This won’t bring them back.] [i]I do not care.[/i] [Then why are you doing this?] [i]...[/i] ~ [i]I rip through the stone and the earth. It fails to halt my advance. The Fallen are on the other side of this barrier. As are the bodies of my friends. I will not abandon them. They are dead because of me.[/i] [The Ghost was right. It was inevitable. Our plan was doomed from the start.] [i][b]You[/b] wisphered the idea, put it in my head-[/i] [And you accepted it. Wanted it. Made it real. You cannot just cast away the blame.] [i]I don’t plan to. Together we are going to try and make things right. You have no choice in the matter.[/i] [I do not have any combat capabilities. Those rest solely with you. It is your purpose, after all.] [i]The wall crumbles. I can see the other side. I can see them. I hope the others have made it to safety by now.[/i] [They have.] [i]I do not want your input.[/i] [I’m afraid that is where [i]you[/i] have no choice in the matter.] [i]... I see the Fallen, and my Ghost is by my side. I must put my faith in our Light. I see Travikks, he is holding the body of what might have been Rojan. I submit to my rage and my Light, and step into the open. The Fallen chatter. Either their journey or mine will end here and now. ~ For the first time, I truly feel like a [b]Titan[/b]. I am the unbridled wrath of the Traveller. I am the last thing they will ever see. A series of Dregs perish swiftly by my hands. Arc Light chains between them and their comrades. [b]Oban-10.[/b] I fire my rifle at a Vandal in the distance. His Ether fades quickly. [b]Hosque.[/b] I charge a group of Captains. Soon they are only dust. [b]Collost.[/b] A grenade lands at my feet. [b]Fulsa.[/b] I die, but my Ghost is there for me. There is no hiding, no hesitation. [b]Rojan.[/b] I die again and again and again. [b]Vrena.[/b] Each time I rise to restart the slaughter. [b]Gendren.[/b] [/i][How does it feel? To fulfill your purpose?][i] [b]Natala.[/b] [/i][This is what you were always made for.][i] [b]Oldra-7.[/b] [/i][Shaped by the Gardener. By Clovis Bray.][i] [b]Warsa.[/b] [/i][By me.][i] I unleash a wave of havok upon the remaining Fallen. I smell the newly acrid air. Only one monster remains. Travikks. I scream a guttural cry. More names flash in my mind with each step I take. None of them will achieve their dreams. [b]None[/b] of them will ever laugh or cry or be find joy again. All are dead because of my choices. My failures. My Pride. My legs lift me into the air. My hands reach out for Travikks’ throat. He resists. I grasp his helmeted head. The metal bends to my strength. I see the fear in his eyes. Gusts of released Ether block my vision. It does not matter. I continue to crush his skull. [b]Apheyra.[/b] It is done. I tumble to the ground. I do not have the will to stand. In truth, my actions have changed nothing. I lay in my grief for what feels like all of time. [/i] [b][End of Log.] [Ghost Log: 57][/b] My Guardian finally rises from the ground. I have waited and waited for him. He does not say anything. Instead he wanders towards an iron wall. I do not understand why… [i]oh[/i]... My weary half begins to carve a chunk from the ancient surface. Once it was freed, he moved to the first body. Carefully, he digs a grave, by hand, into the ground. This cycle repeats for every friend and companion that was lost to our vanity, our pride. We had learned [i]nothing.[/i] I did not count the time the task required. It does not matter. This was one final act to honor the heroic dead. We owed them that. [b][End of Log.] [The following log was provided by the Ghost of Ceris Vance.][/b] My Guardian is sitting on a chair, in a campsite she had promised to oversee. She has done a [i]terrible[/i] job. Everything is a complete mess. My [i]lazy[/i] other half is refusing to help. I can’t fix everything by myself! I suppose I should be used to it by now. [i]Every time[/i] I have to- “Do you think we’ll be rewarded for this?” Ceris asks me. “What do you mean?” I respond. If anything, they will not be happy to see their camp in ruins. “Because we did our job, [i]for real this time[/i], that means we get something in return, correct?” “I guess.” I say half-heartedly. I’m picking up friendlies on my radar. “They are coming back!” I say quickly. There is no time to make things look- [i]Wait,[/i] something's not right. There should be more people in my scan, unless... My guardian jumps with excitement. She does not know. Ceris looks towards the figures in the distance. “Hey! Helloooo! How was your-” She stops. There are only three in the returning group. “Uh? Are you guys just a scouting party or something?” There is no response. Brendal, I think that was his name, seems to be guiding an Awoken with a confused look on her face. I’ve seen her before, I’m sure, but she seems… different. Am I detecting… Light? My Guardian does not seem to notice. “Your name’s Apheyra, right?” Ceris asks. “I think so.” she murmurs. “That’s what I’ve been told.” Ceris laughs. “Why do you need to be told [i]your own[/i]-” I see an object floating by Apheyra’s shoulder. [i]It’s a Ghost.[/i] Ceris and I realize what had happened. “I… I didn’t… I’m sorry.” my Guardian stammers weakly. Apheyra says nothing, instead choosing to look at a well worn journal that is clutched between her hands. ~ Biocatarus-2 returned today. The Titan was ragged, his Ghost having been told to leave the received damage, at least for a time. He didn’t talk much. No one did. Shera had left the camp very early on, said she wanted to go back to the city. No one questioned her. Brendal and Biocatarus-2 on the other hand decided to spend the days taking care of Apheyra. The newfound existence of being a Guardian was strange for her, as was the attempted rediscovery of the memories she had lost. They couldn’t be brought back. Every Guardians knows that. The person you once were is gone forever. As for Ceris and I, well… We chose to leave them there. It was not our path to follow. They didn’t blame us, but… I still wonder if it was the right thing to do. [b][End of Log.][/b] [I… I don’t have much [time] left. There was so much that I... [we] wanted to tell you, but the next Cluster will have to suffice. It’s in the Tower. You’ll find it.] Next Entry: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/248899425