No matter how many times I stand here, in the same place, my feet in the same way that it had been before. Each time, something is different. Even if it's the same view underneath the same sky and in the same exact place. Each and everything, something else changed.

All the Guardian's I give the same message out too. Each one had there own style, each had something that made things different.

While many had lost their light down in the pits of the Temple of Crota. A handful managed to survive. Managed to fight off the Hive and rendezvous with me on Venus. And everything before and everything that came after, I never had enough time, and yet I still could use time to my advantage.

I've seen too many outcomes of a future that has fallen to the Darkness, consumed by it until every possible spark of light was wiped out, and many that was able to bring light to the Traveler. Heal it. Bring it back from it's slumber state.

And even in all those outcomes, no two were the same, something in it, something else was different.