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. I think I heard him say once it was beautiful. 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. It’s... odd, after they used to respect me. I thought they kind of liked me for a while there. Now, 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. Well... their loss. They don’t understand. They weren’t with me. I don’t know what exactly I felt in that moment, that I found out they refused to kill each other in that vex cage. Pride? Admiration? Kinship? Sympathy? Maybe all of them. But I swear I feel closer to these people more and more often... more than my own.