The dichotomy of love and war. A line often traversed, but never studied. He was a man who once stood before the gaurdian ranks as a murderer. As a coward. How can he be called such things now that he is no different from you or I? We have yet to pay for our past transgressions, so it's suffice to say that he deserves no worse treatment than we have received. If you truly believe we would recognize ourselves as we were before we were risen, you are sorely mistaken. The commander chose a path of peace in the midst of a war. Even with his light stripped away, his final death flashing in front of his eyes, he felt no anger in that moment. The more nihilistic individuals of our ranks like to suggest that we are no different from the hive. Dead things in the shape of the dead, the both of us. But this is what separates us from the deep. Compassion. Without true understanding, there can be no peace. Without reconciling with old foes, there will always be war. We have seen old faces return, all of which we have quickly dispatched. But I ask of you all this: if your old face was the next to return, how would you react? Would you welcome yourself with open arms, or at the end of a gun?
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The Journal of Sâbyr-13
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a collection of stories depicting my main character from Destiny, the exo warlock Sabyr-13, and her interactions with different characters and events in the story of the game and in my own headcannon. These are depictions of events that take...
