There you are. I hope my brood haven’t been giving you too much trouble. They’re.. excitable. I’m sure you understand.

I could. Then again, so could you. Quite the dilemma, isn’t it?

No, it really isn’t—— but I’ll have to 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 decline. My hive are no more mindless than you. It was curiosity that brought them here. I am no despot.

The excising of my worm took millennia old ideologies with it. I’m not as stubborn as my sister, nor as headstrong as Oryx. We Lightbearers adapt.

What a mess.

?

Oh, please.

Such is the nature of things.

Delightfully so, don’t you think?

Guardians work best under pressure, do you not?

Now 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 interesting.

I’m not the one you have to worry about.

Oh, a few names come to mind. None too happy about my continued existence. Mara Sov is rather upset with me lately; she always was a sore loser.

My, my, you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 something, aren’t you? Tell me, what are my motives?

Not even an inkling? There has to be 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 rolling around in that pretty little head. I’m sure your commander has a few pragmatically shortsighted theories.

Those old things? They’re cute, aren’t they? Heavily abridged and largely nonsensical, but.. 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚. Sweet that you should care, little light, but you don’t live a millennia without acquiring a lengthy attention span.

You’re not exactly a shining example of discretion either.

if the sky and the deep were so different, should not rebirth from darkness to light have made of me something sweet and gentle? don’t bother to answer. we both know already.