I see where are mission is taking us. A building two clicks of our position. Supposedly there are supplies in there. The Fallen are also there. I look at my comrades, a real motley crew. Some I just met, others I've known, but each has my respect. We advance forward, watching for patrols. As we move, an unusually large patrol exits the building. Twenty, followed by another ten, each carrying a crate of supplies. Before we can mobilize we notice something horrid. They have hostages. If we move, they die. I've killed many of the Fallen throughout my missions, never phased by the blood. But could I risk having the blood of a [i]human[/i] on my hands? Before I can give a command, my own charge in. They will declare the hostages having sacrificed their lives for humanity. Seeing their blood spilled on the sand makes me wonder if we have not already lost it. There are times where I question what we do to save ourselves. The violence, the loss. I wonder why we don't just die, escape. There are times where it feels like we have. But then I look up. I see it there, above our city. Hope for humanity. I realize that we don't give up because we can't. Humanity is something we humans don't give up, and seeing the Traveller there, above our species, above our world, I realize that we have a future. A future of joy, happiness, peace. The only way to get there is use what's been given to us and take back what is, and always will be, ours. So I step forward, strong in my conviction, gun in hand, and begin my mission. Praying for our dead. For our living. For myself. For our future. For our Destiny.