Daily Destiny Quotes (On Hiatus)

The best voices never let themselves be heard at all. This lesson is worth teaching again and again. The choice is never mine. It is always yours.

In our pursuit of the end of the suffering, we have become its harbinger. Millions of voices silenced forever. A thousand worlds in ashes. The multitudinous seas incarnadine. Our final shape is built atop a mountain of corpses. Destroy our Witness. End our madness.

What are you doing in there with the Vanguard's nosy little spies and all those grasping Dread? Terribly churlish of Rhulk to lock me out of the house. And let you of all people in. Clear out the pests while you're there, why don't you? The role of exterminator suits you.

This is the season of the Dawning. A holiday created from a thousand traditions, brought together to rejoice in the Light.

We possess the hope the Traveler gave us with its dying breath. We will not allow this hope to wither on a dead Earth. We will seed it amongst the stars.

There's gotta be more to it. I have to dig deeper. And if joining you damned me… well, hell sounds like a good place to start. I'll find out how she did it. And I don't care how much you try to change my mind: you're staying dead. You hear me?

We take our first breath, with no memory of who we were before, yet we are inexorably drawn to the Light. We fight, we die, and we live again.

I separate the true from the dead. I am the many-mouthed hunger. I am the knife-edged truth. I devour the free. I conspire with my vengeance. I will take what I need. The words in my throat are the weapon in my fist. Aiat, aiat, aiat!

You enjoyed killing them? You enjoyed putting them in dirt - where you belong? Did it make you feel good? Kaniks. Reksis Vahn. Yaviks. Pirrha. Araskes. Hiraks. Elykris. Tell me that killing my friends made you feel good. TELL ME!

Tell me, oh honored guest... how did you do it? How did you find the strength to destroy something so like yourself? To look in a mirror, and kill what looked back?

You... are not him. You are a dead thing, like the others. You wear his face. Steal his voice. Forget his purpose. Give him back! Hear me, Father! I will rip this imposter from your bones!

Ding.

So try and send your Scorn, or your Disciples, or even bring your many selves to reclaim your loss, if you must. But this is my domain now. And you shall never set foot inside it, even if I must draw my final breath to keep it that way.

I am searching for you. No amount of Hive spawn or Savathûn's trickery will stand between us. You will see freedom. You will return. It is not your way to die. Wait for me, as I did for you. You have never practiced patience, but hold on a few moments more.

When the Red Legion attacked, it almost cost us everything. It took a miracle to save us… the awakening of the Traveler. This is our new beginning. The maps are blank. The rules are gone. All we know is we must become more than what we were.

I have destroyed myself to do this. They have taken my Ghost. They are in my blood and brain. But now there is hope. Now it is done. If I speak again, I am not Kabr.

There’s something different about these Scorn. The freed civvies keep referring to them as “na-veskirisk”. Which translates to “not lifeless.”

listen carefully children of my earth to survive you must bind the nine

We agreed: if something greater comes to destroy us, then we do not deserve existence. I must be what I am, and I am defeated. My logic is true. This is proof eternal. And yet you deny it. That, sister, is heresy.

As Scribe for the House of Light, it's my job to preserve our House's history, so that hatchlings may one day learn our stories. Misraakskel requested that I leave some records for the Humans of the Last City so they might learn about Eliksni culture in their own time.