Your path brightens, shining through the barrier of emerald, beneath a harbor built from sorrow.
"The worst part about what the Hive did to us wasn't the killing. It was the separation. Splitting us up made us weak. They dragged me deep below the lunar surface, through a wall of endless doors. Strung me up. Made my Ghost, Karsys, watch as they tore my Light away, like stripping muscle from bone. Then they killed Karsys in front of me. Sure would've been nice then to have had some of that hope Eris had been peddling."
—A loyal friend