"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."I let out a light laugh, going back to staring at the depths of the Reef. My ghost had materialized from armor and flitted out to my open palm, rust covering majority of its mechanical self. "You know Variks had me Kill Skolas. Mora had wanted him to suffer in the Prison, ridicule him, talk."I began, remembering the Prison of Elders Trials. "But Variks wanted him dead." "I've been naive to think I could continue my services after Mora's reign. I need to find my own path, my own fate instead of relying on others to make my decisions." "We all go through our crucible.."I repeated softly, more to myself than to him.