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| *'''Memory of Xivu Arath:''' Oryx, my brother, is the bravest thing I know. Upon [[Fundament]] he learned that we were the natural prey of the universe, the most frail and desperate of things. He thought about this carefully and he found a way to fix it. He made us strong. He will lead us into eternity. | | *'''Memory of Xivu Arath:''' Oryx, my brother, is the bravest thing I know. Upon [[Fundament]] he learned that we were the natural prey of the universe, the most frail and desperate of things. He thought about this carefully and he found a way to fix it. He made us strong. He will lead us into eternity. |
| |title14= '''XLIV: strict proof eternal'''
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| *'''Memory of Savathûn:''' I don't have a strict proof yet, you know. This thing we believe…that we're liberating the universe by devouring it, that we're cutting out the rot, that we're on course to join the [[Final Shape|final shape]]… I haven't found a strict, eternal proof. We might yet be wrong.
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| *'''Memory of Oryx:''' Sister, it's us. We're the proof. We are the Hive. If we last forever, we prove it. And if something more ruthless conquers us, then the proof is sealed.
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| |title15= '''XLVII: Apocalypse Refrains'''
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| *'''Memory of Oryx:''' This is our message to the things that we will kill. A species which believes that a good existence can be invented through games of civilization and through laws of conduct is doomed by that belief. They will die in terror. The lawless and the ruthless will drag them down to die. The universe will erase their monuments.
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| |title16= '''XLIX: Forever And A Blade'''
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| *'''Memory of Oryx:''' I considered returning to Fundament. Learning what became of the God-Wave, and the Tungsten Monoliths, and the continents which were all that remained of my people's [[Krill homeworld|primal home]]. But I know what became of all that. It became me. I am the heir of Fundament, the immortal descendant of those ten-year krill. I asked a question: how can we live in the universe long enough to understand it? And I learned the answer, which is written here in this book. I learned that I had to become most ruthless of all.
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| |title17= '''VII—Xivu Arath—Deathless'''
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| *'''Memory of Xivu Arath:''' I am war, and my throne is deathless. Come. Cut the outer curtain of my fortress, and it will open its new eye in a bloodless laceration. Cut further to see inside its walls: the yellow fat, the purple viscera, the teeming rust-cut capillaries. These are the colors of war. THESE ARE THE COLORS OF MY COURT.
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