I'm sorry, guys but I've really been an Axis Minotaur this whole time... "I must go, my people need me." I say as my ghost begins to transmat my body. The grey stone walls of the vault begin to blur. I can no longer distinguish the ancient architecture scattered along the ceiling and floors. A hunter says something barley distinguishable but it will be forever etched into my memory. "[i]Filthy[/i] toaster!" He said, the words flowing from his mouth like venom. Suddenly everything goes black. I awake in my ship. The words echoing in my head. A single tear drops from my eye as I lean back into the chair. "They'll never accept me as one of their own." I mutter to myself.