"I write with hope in my heart. Hoping I can retain what it means to be a guardian. Hoping. .
Ya' know, I've fought. I've fought so much. I just keep on fighting and honestly, I don't know when it'll stop. Aetheon. Drakis. Gaul. Velk. Crota. Oryx. Xol. Nokris. Callus. The list goes on and on. Enemies of humanity. Enemies of the light. Always lookin' for a fight. Lookin' for a way to steal what's left of our life.
When does the fighting stop? s**t. The answer is, it don't.
You wanna lay down your gun? Die. But tell your ghost to leave ya' dead. No coming back. Just die. . and be silent. Quiet man, that's when s**t can actually be quiet.
But you're a guardian. A protector. Ain't no just dyin'. Ya' gotta keep at it time and time again. Ya' can't give in or give up. It isn't the way. So yeah, I might be tired but I guess it's the guardian in me that keeps me pushin'. I honestly couldn't tell ya' anymore. I guess I'm just sore loser."