"You know, I don't hate the Darkness for what it is." Ginger strolls down the Tower Path with his companion as he speaks, sounding remarkably calm as he does so. He is adorned simply in an under-armor mesh suit, overlaid with dark gold and black colorings. "Well, let's take the Hive; primordial, uncaring, unfeeling. They are the antithesis of the Light, the closest we've seen to utter Darkness and in that sense their actions are respectable. They are simply doing their duty, arbitrated by their nature and their gods, just as we are, and because of that they need to be stopped. The Vex are similar, and the Cabal..." He pauses, considering what to say next. "Well, we don't know too much about them. What I've been meaning to get to is the Fallen. The Eliksni are a broken race of thieves, scavengers, and murderers, and they are a scourge upon this land. Unlike the other races, they made a conscious decision to destroy our civilization, and served as the chief perpetrator for the Collapse. After all this, the billions of lives and hundreds of years they cost us, they expect us to forgive them, to allow their splinter groups to work alongside us. They could not have changed their nature, for the Traveller would have seen the good in them before it left. No, I have, and will always despise the Fallen above all else." (Open to Corra, Striker, or anyone else.)