Eris’s Flat, Last City, Earth
The Guardian approaches the Shaping Slab.
Eris Morn: Oryx seeks a path to Fundament. The Witch Queen, in delivering truth, has set her brother’s mind. Savathûn did not expect this reaction from him. Her misstep has created a new complication. We cannot allow Oryx to escape. We must force a confrontation. With the flesh of Akka, I may do so. But the deputy commander’s doubt… Hm. She tells me my methods are based on faith. Faith, the same flaw in Oryx’s logic. I did not challenge the word; an argument here would only divide our cause further. But when it is faith, it is faith in you. And when it is not… it is ambition. Binding the Echo of the Navigator to my throne will require immense power and the precise application of will. Together, we possess both. Then we may discover a way to excise Oryx’s foul essence. Only a being infused with Taken power may wield Willbreaker. Sloane and I will guide you to that becoming. Keep the faith, my knife. My acolyte. We must not be stymied by an adherence to order in pursuit of safety. This is the Deep. This is the Taken. There is no safety.