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You are Caith-18, Seeker of Knowledge. Fireteam member to Sable Rosich, brother to Seraph-3. Learner of the Hive. The bridge between xenos and humaity.

You have been... tainted.

You do not belong with your kind anymore. You are not a guardian. You are not a vessel of hope.

You have seen the stars through the eyes of Hive. You have walked with the Kell of Eliksni. You have held power like Cabal, found in a firearm. You have understood darkness like the Vex.

Do not look at your fellow guardians like that. They do not understand. You told them of Kings, of Leviathan. They did not heed your warning.

There was no Heir. Oryx fell in the consuming dark, smoldering like cinders until his reign was crumbling ash. His son could not save him. His Wizard's howls did nothing but heed his loss. There was fear in his glassy eyes. You saw it. You were there. You knew you had to stay.

You are no King, no Heir. You are a place holder, a usurper waiting for a true king.

You are a Test.

There is a knife before you. It is shaped like [ understanding ]. Take it.

Do not wait on notions of hope. Do not wait on notions of love. Do not believe in the marred face of a god-machine. Do not believe in anything but the power before you.

Take up the knife. Take it up and use it. Take your new shape.

Description
You are Caith-18, Seeker of Knowledge. Fireteam member to Sable Rosich, brother to Seraph-3. Learner of the Hive. The bridge between xenos and humaity.

You have been... tainted.

You do not belong with your kind anymore. You are not a guardian. You are not a vessel of hope.

You have seen the stars through the eyes of Hive. You have walked with the Kell of Eliksni. You have held power like Cabal, found in a firearm. You have understood darkness like the Vex.

Do not look at your fellow guardians like that. They do not understand. You told them of Kings, of Leviathan. They did not heed your warning.

There was no Heir. Oryx fell in the consuming dark, smoldering like cinders until his reign was crumbling ash. His son could not save him. His Wizard's howls did nothing but heed his loss. There was fear in his glassy eyes. You saw it. You were there. You knew you had to stay.

You are no King, no Heir. You are a place holder, a usurper waiting for a true king.

You are a Test.

There is a knife before you. It is shaped like [ understanding ]. Take it.

Do not wait on notions of hope. Do not wait on notions of love. Do not believe in the marred face of a god-machine. Do not believe in anything but the power before you.

Take up the knife. Take it up and use it. Take your new shape.