(As a response to Pyre-5, which is:)
Pyre noticed the Warlock beside him, but was certain not to express emotion. “Come to gawk at the monster, have you,” he mused, “to mock and hate what I have become? What THEY have done to ME?” Feeling that the storm was becoming more fierce, he calmed himself, trying to contain it. “I don’t blame you,” he sighed, “at least it’ll be to my face rather than behind my back for once.” He still remembered the agony he was put through, the suffering he had endured at the claws of those monsters; his arm, his legs, half of his face, torn off by their Slap Rifles, dragged before that Axis Mind. He could still hear his pained screams, the laughter of Thyrkeon as his limbs were replaced, ‘upgraded’ with their technology, Radiolaria fusing with his ‘blood’, flowing in his veins. The brand still burned from that time, a reminder that he could not escape, that he was theirs, an experiment tossed back to the Guardians, a warning of the power the Vex now had. An outcast, he was, a shattered Lightborn, fused with Darkness. He was alone.
(Put here for better flow of transition to a new thread.)
The Awoken frowns. How often has he been ridiculed and frowned upon for his differences? Phoenix cannot lie to him and tell him she hadn't noticed, because she well and truly had, and her eyes lingered on the changes he had been subjected to -- she wonders, for a moment, how horrific the experience must have been for him. It is then her concern overrides her curiosity, and she gives the Exo a patient smile.
"I am not here to mock nor hate. I noticed that you were considerably close to our conversation, and I-- well, forgive me for assuming, but it looks as though you need someone to talk to. Perhaps a friend?"
She gives pause. It's not often she extends her friendship to someone so quickly, but it isn't unexpected either, for she does spend much of her time with Kinderguardians and guiding them through their use of Light. This is a much more delicate situation, however, for he may assume the worst. She wonders again how often people have tried being "friends" with him only to turn on him.
"I understand if you do not trust my words, but I assure you, I am not here to cause harm. I am here to extend my friendship to you."
Pyre noticed the Warlock beside him, but was certain not to express emotion. “Come to gawk at the monster, have you,” he mused, “to mock and hate what I have become? What THEY have done to ME?” Feeling that the storm was becoming more fierce, he calmed himself, trying to contain it. “I don’t blame you,” he sighed, “at least it’ll be to my face rather than behind my back for once.” He still remembered the agony he was put through, the suffering he had endured at the claws of those monsters; his arm, his legs, half of his face, torn off by their Slap Rifles, dragged before that Axis Mind. He could still hear his pained screams, the laughter of Thyrkeon as his limbs were replaced, ‘upgraded’ with their technology, Radiolaria fusing with his ‘blood’, flowing in his veins. The brand still burned from that time, a reminder that he could not escape, that he was theirs, an experiment tossed back to the Guardians, a warning of the power the Vex now had. An outcast, he was, a shattered Lightborn, fused with Darkness. He was alone.
(Put here for better flow of transition to a new thread.)
The Awoken frowns. How often has he been ridiculed and frowned upon for his differences? Phoenix cannot lie to him and tell him she hadn't noticed, because she well and truly had, and her eyes lingered on the changes he had been subjected to -- she wonders, for a moment, how horrific the experience must have been for him. It is then her concern overrides her curiosity, and she gives the Exo a patient smile.
"I am not here to mock nor hate. I noticed that you were considerably close to our conversation, and I-- well, forgive me for assuming, but it looks as though you need someone to talk to. Perhaps a friend?"
She gives pause. It's not often she extends her friendship to someone so quickly, but it isn't unexpected either, for she does spend much of her time with Kinderguardians and guiding them through their use of Light. This is a much more delicate situation, however, for he may assume the worst. She wonders again how often people have tried being "friends" with him only to turn on him.
"I understand if you do not trust my words, but I assure you, I am not here to cause harm. I am here to extend my friendship to you."
He looked at her, confused as to why she would be different than most others. Sirius glanced back at him, trying to see if the storm was controlled. “Not many would come to me with an offer of friendship,” he replied, “unless they wanted something, or to hold me back.” He returned his gaze to the Traveler. “The storm is growing,” he continued, “every strike a step closer to lost control, to an outlet of fury that I can’t stop. With the Vex corruption bound to me, the malice only quickens, with every rejection, with every word behind my back. It will overpower me, soon enough, unless I find a way to fight back these emotions, this instilled hatred.” He turned to her again, an expression of solemnity in his remaining optic. “Why would you want to befriend such a creature as I,” he wondered aloud, “who is an outcast from even those he came to know and love, who was melded with those infernal machines by force? Would you truly help me, as I am?” He reverted his view to Sirius, who stared at him, then turned to Phoenix. “Sorry about that,” the Ghost apologized, “he’s been like this ever since Mercury, in the Thyrkeon Vaults.”
She nods solemnly to the Ghost. The way he speaks confirms that he has often been cast out for his differences, differences that he must not have power over due to the nature of them, and it saddens her. And to know that he hasn't been the same since this happened to him... She reaches out to him, carefully and slowly, trying not to spook the other -- she isn't sure what other Guardians have done because of his situation, but she hopes nothing too serious.
"I can only be your friend if you wish me to be," she replies, putting that gentle smile back on her face. "I have helped many on their paths. I have been a Guardian since before the wall was built, and before there were Vanguards. Your path is a lonely one -- you are the only one to ever experience it. But it does not mean you must be alone."
Her Ghost appears beside her, back cones spinning as she looks to her Guardian then the other Ghost. She seems to be contemplative.
Phoenix withdraws her hand from the other Guardian.
"I-- we, including my Ghost, Arcturus, want to help you through your path. And in doing so, I sincerely hope that we forge a friendship." She glances to her Ghost. "We have seen Guardians come and go and we have had no control over what happens to them. But, a little kindness goes a long way, and I do not see why I should not be friends with you."
"I can only be your friend if you wish me to be," she replies, putting that gentle smile back on her face. "I have helped many on their paths. I have been a Guardian since before the wall was built, and before there were Vanguards. Your path is a lonely one -- you are the only one to ever experience it. But it does not mean you must be alone."
Her Ghost appears beside her, back cones spinning as she looks to her Guardian then the other Ghost. She seems to be contemplative.
Phoenix withdraws her hand from the other Guardian.
"I-- we, including my Ghost, Arcturus, want to help you through your path. And in doing so, I sincerely hope that we forge a friendship." She glances to her Ghost. "We have seen Guardians come and go and we have had no control over what happens to them. But, a little kindness goes a long way, and I do not see why I should not be friends with you."
((Sorry for the delayed reply.))
He continued to gaze at the Traveler, a beacon of hope in a sea of darkness and despair. Perhaps she genuinely meant what she offered him, or decided to build a bridge where all others had burned it. Thyrkeon’s influence still flowed through him, but he was in control for the moment; perhaps she could help him become what he once was, of not more so. “Alright,” he sighed, “I’ll give it a shot; I just hope I don’t regret this later.”
He continued to gaze at the Traveler, a beacon of hope in a sea of darkness and despair. Perhaps she genuinely meant what she offered him, or decided to build a bridge where all others had burned it. Thyrkeon’s influence still flowed through him, but he was in control for the moment; perhaps she could help him become what he once was, of not more so. “Alright,” he sighed, “I’ll give it a shot; I just hope I don’t regret this later.”