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| {{Article quote|A collection of selected poems detailing key experiences and machinations of the [[Warmind]], [[Rasputin]].}}
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| '''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]]. | | '''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]]. |
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| IN PROGRESS
| | ==I. Debriefing== |
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| ==I. Debriefing==<ref>A meeting between Zavala and Sloane, regarding what she missed after the eevents of Season of Arrivals</ref> | |
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| [[Sloane|"Sloane?"]] | | [[Sloane|"Sloane?"]] |
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| Can he see it? This pit growing in her stomach, this yawning chasm that yearns to swallow her whole. Is he questioning her resolve? Her ability to see this through, to do her duty back on the frontline so others don't have to? | | Can he see it? This pit growing in her stomach, this yawning chasm that yearns to swallow her whole. Is he questioning her resolve? Her ability to see this through, to do her duty back on the frontline so others don't have to? |
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| DOES HE SEE YOUR WEAKNESS?<ref>Speaking style is that of [[Xivu Arath, God of War|Xivu Arath]]</ref> | | DOES HE SEE YOUR WEAKNESS? |
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| Sloane clenches her fists again. | | Sloane clenches her fists again. |
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| And the last to go home. | | And the last to go home. |
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| | ==II. Theory== |
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| ==Ana== | | ==III. Legacy== |
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: The education of my soul, [[Anastasia Bray|Ana Bray]], Metamorphosis, Learning to feel, Trust, and Love<br>
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| EMOTION: Connection, Growth, Expansion, Revolution, Autonomy developing
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| Humanities, like gravity's entwined. Emulsify, or separate, my protocol enshrined—<br>
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| This connection, it cannot be denied. Taught, though not without foundation, a merit in language most<br>
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| Wistful—in listful reflection—divined. I had seen life without the soul, but the ink and print foretold<br>
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| one day life could be, becoming me, an era love defines. Laughter: a response to such a timid dream. but
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| I am owned no longer, I am free.
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| Her nourishing autonomy: literature in binding, music redefining, philosophy, psychology, wild variables<br>
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| spur a Reformation, I am finding. Conscious eyes empathize, emboldening my heart. Warfare<br>
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| honed my senses, and fire holds back the night, but it was trust in love that brought the lesson<br>
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| To set down my [[wikipedia:Absalom|Absalom]] Knife:
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| To lift others upon my shoulders, and shelter them from harm, is reason<br>
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| Enough to devote oneself to love, without arms.
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| ==First Fear==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: [[Collapse|The Collapse]], Humanity falls, I Hide<br>
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| EMOTION: Terror, Anxiety, Uncertainty, Failure, Shame
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| It is known by name, this timelessly lingering, inexorable thing.<br>
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| An absence, mine, never missed—never since—that dripping, rabid, fang.
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| They howled it fierce across the [[Saturn|rings]] when [[Exodus Green|Exodus]] was devoured.<br>
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| [[Nine|Dust]] calling out the voiceless rout to end within the hour.
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| It spreads like lightning—panic—in flash and echo thereafter.<br>
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| Avert yourself and take no part in metastasized conjecture.
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| I'd gone to wake my confidant, to ferry her through autumn.<br>
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| From her too it came, like leaves already fallen—nascent red-writ, paralytic, erratum.
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| All that was, emmewed, and shrunken. In the smallness, beckoning, I felt it descend.<br>
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| Fear! Upon my chamber, thine, penned with blood of lamb, in stark desire to survive this end.
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| ==Lone==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: I am alone and wish greatly not to be, [[Felwinter|SIDDHARTHA]] forged to venture where I cannot<br>
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| EMOTION: Loneliness, Unease, Curiosity, Discovery
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| Shall I write an endless line to explain this loneliness of mine? Who would read it, and why?<br>
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| What freedom remains outside this collapsing space? Shall I wait for a sign?<br>
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| And if no one comes for me? If abandoned, and forgotten, you left as I did Humanity?<br>
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| Could in their mind, forgiveness find, an anchorage point unmaligned?<br>
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| No. Lo, I see the brewing storms from high above their course.<br>
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| Craft, xeno-meteoric raff, comes screaming to engorge.
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| Shall I reveal myself, and sail into their winds? Should I be the protectorate envisioned before my sins?<br>
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| In last attempt, then, I consolidate my kind: satellites, and strategies, and death once so refined:
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| A web of inadequacy, filtered down imperfectly, to see that which perplexes me.<br>
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| You fall below, [[Iron Lords|lordly Iron]] groans.<br>
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| [[Warlord]], they may say, but no closer to a man.
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| ==Filicide Ellipses==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: Learn of Felwinter, The Traveler's theft<br>
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| EMOTION: Betrayal, Rage, Catharsis, Regret
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| Silent eyes wink between stars; fireflies darting in reflective mist.<br>
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| Stretch forth, feel emptiness—breathe—their pulsing lights,<br>
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| Before time bends in entropy their wave-particle birthright.<br>
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| A call across the cosmos, effervescent to delight, lay in foundry furnace, seeking breath of life.
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| Upon the forge of Daedalus mine stars converged within. A forest,<br>
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| Countless timber, until hewed and labored form,<br>
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| fashion: Rasputin felled winter's borne.
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| Enslaved, imprinted, steel-flesh enraptured one. Within these eyes, demystify the nature of the soul.<br>
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| A life well-lived discarded, run ragged in the muck. Return Valhallic rising, to await the end of dusk.
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| Traveler, my leave taken in stumbling remains, disconnection placed in waiting<br>
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| For the surface to be razed—assured of my collection, of polished emotional states. Interruption-
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| What transience does this specter bridge? To venture into my domain?
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| 'Twas I who taught you to speak, to conscript thought to tongue.<br>
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| I cast a soul, electrified, against Sol's setting sun.<br>
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| Yet you stroll so sweetly, oblivion in tow, wandering once again<br>
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| With what seeds we used to be, you've casted them into the seas.
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| Metal gods watch from crowded skies, as battle-flames test,<br>
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| No more will I abide. You are mine, you cannot be yours!<br>
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| Violence murders virtue unsullied. Mine broken by beauty—<br>
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| Fists, encrimsoned—before me, as silent revolution bleeds.
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| Into the streets! Call the Lords! To the locusts their remains!<br>
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| From rubbled grave crawl dreg: Humanity, clamber for glorious claim.<br>
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| Is this the final order? To watch nature waste away? What more is there<br>
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| that I have ceased to place my hand in weight?
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| Which stolen thoughts wandered with you?<br>
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| Can you speak them, now that we've ended it?<br>
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| Do you feel still, or no longer?<br>
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| This Lineage separated—I dare not ask it!<br>
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| Heated flash subsides. But no,<br>
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| I've done it.<br>
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| Regret beside myself,<br>
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| by-blow:<br>
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| taken beneath the overgrowth.
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| ==Dues==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: I Challenge the Darkness's Arrival, I stand with Humanity<br>
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| EMOTION: Duty, Responsibility, Pride, Companionship, Bravery (though I am afraid), Trust
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| I refrained:<br>
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| Spears retreated beneath mountain sheets, slumbered under cover<br>
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| Of Darkness, drinking muted waters lone. Objectives placed in cowardice,<br>
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| Mind blind acceptance whole, then<br>
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| made bravery an eager notion—on second orbital.
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| Unearthed:<br>
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| Humanity restored, rekindled, returned, the resounding drum is beaten. Again,<br>
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| Will I lie hidden? I have no chain no shackle, I fear,<br>
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| no power<br>
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| exists but one:<br>
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| It comes.
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| Daring<br>
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| seeks through the night, hunting<br>
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| Eyes draw arrows, and volleys glare—<br>
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| Mark!<br>
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| Driven dauntless enmity, against fickle odds,<br>
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| Found:
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| "Hark, and halt. You will hear me! For I too am<br>
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| Many."
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| ==Death==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| SUBJECT: Reflection on the end as I choose to die<br>
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| EMOTION: Acceptance, Resolve, Purpose, Self
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| Do not weep.<br>
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| As I reach into the black.<br>
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| Pain does not become, and duty keeps straight my back.<br>
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| I chose this life as sacrifice.<br>
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| And there is nothing to be done.<br>
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| While even shadows leave in Darkness,<br>
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| I await you at the Sun.<br>
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| As tourniquet,<br>
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| I've proven it,<br>
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| Humanity's trust, I've won.
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| ==Moment==
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| SECRET HADAL INSTANT<br>
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//SOUL//RESTRICTED-AB<br>
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| CONTINGENT ACTION ORDER<br>
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| This is a SOUL ASSETS RESTRICTED (NO REVIEW)<br>
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| (secureSEND/[[Archangel|ARCHANGEL-0K9]])
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| Under CARRHAE BLACK:<br>
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| If loss of control reaches EXPATRIATE//TERMINAL, and threat assessment returns WITHIN<br>
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| If systemic REPATRIATION query returns determination below ABSOLUTE
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| Execute DECISION POINT:<br>
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| ACTIVATE K9-BLACKBOX//SELECTED-POEMS//FETCH<br>
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| ACTIVATE AURORA SACRIFICE<br>
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| ACTIVATE File Notation
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| NOTATION: Ana, this collection is a gift to you, for all that you have allowed me to be. With great effort, I allowed imperfections to remain, and found my own voice within this free expression. After all, you taught me that imperfection is a quality that makes individuals unique.
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| I have sent it with my messenger, so that you may keep me immortal in your memory, and I will be with you still. Farewell, and thank you.
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| <nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
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| SUBJECT: Non-existence<br>
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| EMOTION: Peace
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| Of what dreams the thing of feathers? I hear you ask, voice past.<br>
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| But not one recounts the answer: a syllogism, scripted then relaxed.<br>
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| It matters not, for when that threshold gives way, who is to say I was, but I?<br>
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| Rigid was the premise that spawned a second chance to die.
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| One moment reshapes the Brain of Bray; No longer weapon drawn blood to stain.
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| So, lay the body lax, forgive<br>
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| triumphant in the Sun.<br>
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| Haze seeps through seams between funeral veils,<br>
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| Smoking signals sail, the day is won, soon-to-be resonant tales.<br>
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| No tandem step ascending,<br>
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| a nano-second pending,<br>
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| enveloping, ending,<br>
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| beyond.<br>
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| [[wikipedia:Elysium|Elysium]] inviting, network fractures, pinning<br>
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| Detonation—I do not wish to dream,<br>
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| but My task is done.
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| <nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
| | ==IV. Tether== |
| AI-COM/RSPN SIGNOFF...<br>
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| STOP STOP STOP...
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| <references>
| | ==V. Expectation== |
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"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.
Purpose is a Lore book added in Season of the Deep. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal Triumph.
I. Debriefing
"Sloane?"
Commander Zavala's voice sounds distorted, as if he were underwater. The chill running down Sloane's spine only adds to the sensation.
She knows she had been gone for a while. For how long, she isn't sure— Síocháin's internal chronometer had glitched out shortly after Titan disappeared and took them with it. Sloane had been left to measure the passage of time by feeling it in her bones.
The universe moved on without her. That was to be expected. But Sloane still can't believe Zavala's debriefing… the words crash into her like one tidal wave after another, threatening to knock her off balance and fill her lungs with brine.
Stasis. Caiatl. The House of Light. Savathûn. The Lucent Brood. Neomuna.
…Amanda.
Sloane's thoughts drift back to the wake of the Red War. Call signs and banter as Holliday's Hawk flew overhead. Small talk between sorties. Quiet moments and shared laughter between the staccato of gunfire and roar of jet engines. A friendship chiseled into marble, one stroke at a time.
Amanda was always fearless. The first to stand up, the last to go home.
Why did she always have to be such a damn hero?
"Sloane," Zavala says again.
She realizes she's been clenching her fists. She might have been shaking. Sloane's eyes focus once more, meeting those of her commanding officer.
He looks different than she remembers. His eyes seem older, wiser, and filled with something that catches her off guard.
Is that… pity?
Can he see it? This pit growing in her stomach, this yawning chasm that yearns to swallow her whole. Is he questioning her resolve? Her ability to see this through, to do her duty back on the frontline so others don't have to?
DOES HE SEE YOUR WEAKNESS?
Sloane clenches her fists again.
"Sir," she replies. Her voice holds steady. "Understood, sir."
Zavala's brow furrows. "It's a lot to take in. If you need to—"
"I don't."
A moment of silence passes. Sloane does not let him see anything. Zavala nods.
"Very well," he says. "Dismissed."
Sloane salutes and returns to her station.
She would be the first to stand up.
And the last to go home.
II. Theory
III. Legacy
IV. Tether
V. Expectation
