Underlying Truth
"There are no birds where I come from the things that fly are like shadows."
-Xur, Agent of the nine
Darkness grows and feeds on anything that can preserve the light. Once you are given a chance at life and you flow with the wildest sources of possibilities, you are tools, machines, and pawns. No will of your own and many seem to think that's a regularity, but those few can see beyond what the traveler gave us.
The darkness was created. The travelers capacious form so empty, yet holding such a vibrant memory. Almost like a god. People have said it has used us for it's own gain. Clawing, conniving, almost human. What is the difference? The warminds knew better, why didn't we? The corruption and war it has brought.
Then there are those few in between. They know the truth but refuse to seek it because of the consequences. More war, more violence, we need one thing at a time. So, they let it be. The 'generous' orb in the sky has done enough for us, so why can't we?
Because we were all once human.
