There is also light.
The dark is only an absence of light.
I'm not the greatest of guardians, but I can assure you that nothing is infinitely dark. And no one wants to be the bad guy.
All the darkness we see . . . it can't be their fault. I mean, partially. They are called the "Fallen" for a reason. I've wondered this before, though. When I wasn't standing here.
When I wasn't looking at her..
She stared at me with those blue, glowing eyes. The mask thing was back. Kind of looked better with it, but I would prefer that she didn't wear it. Not like she had any use for it anymore.
I'd done a lot of killing, if you'd like to say. Not sure how much I would've said these things are alive enough to be killed, but I've been proven wrong.
You're probably wondering who I am, I'd guess?
Well, only the most renown and hated Hunter . . . if you go by Crucible standards. Everyone has cheap knockoffs of my gun, but this is the real deal. The actual machine. Of course, it wasn't always mine. I, uh, found it. The grimoire is wrong.
Not really, but it really is mine now.
Anywho, who is "she?" The good ol' gal of mine that I keep referencing to. Well, there's a lot of things to say about that.
Fallen. That's what she is. Well, twice, at least.
It's weird to think it was possible, but it has happened. Kinda' wish it didn't, but I'll fix it. I've killed way too many of these guys to not fix this. Not this time.
Maybe you hate complicated stories and want me to just give you straight answers. But why would I do that? You're here now, so how about you let me tell you where this all started from. I'm sure you'd like it.
Now then.
Let me teach you about a light in the dark.