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I am the Speaker, friend of Guardians and agent of the Traveler. Many Guardians come before me and I help them deepen their connection to the Light and delve further into their own gifts of the Traveler. I come before you today to recognize a Guardian stronger and wiser than any I have known. He broke the House of Kell into factions by himself. He single handedly slew Crota’s child. He conquered Gate Lords, forcing them to do his bidding. He was called many things, and not all of them kind. He was a strange man. Some called him Breaker, Crota’s Bane, and Lord Kabr. I called him friend. This is the story of his descent into madness, and the loss of one of the galaxy’s greatest champions… He came to me speaking of a discovery during his travels on Venus. Many Guardians came from there speaking of an odd warping disturbance they felt. Kabr went to investigage, and found Vex there. They were of a variety that he had never seen. He scouted them, marking their movements and learned their purpose. They were guarding something. He came to me in the tower and told me that he would embark on a quest to discover what might be there. He said that he felt that the Traveler spoke to him, and that there was something that only he could do there. So he left. Many a time I think back and remember him standing as his ghost prepared to take him, and I wish that I had stopped him. But I remained silent. I could not interfere with the Traveler’s will. It was months before he came back, a small amount of time given that we live for centuries, but his missions never kept him away for more than a month at a time. Suffice to say that I was relieved to see him. But, when he came back he was not the same. He was battered, covered in grime and blood, and for some reason seemed to be wearing armor fashioned from the body parts of Vex. I was certain that a few of his fingers were missing as well. He told me that there was indeed something on Venus. He said that there was a place where time bent, cold with darkness, near to the point of shattering. His eyes were dead, and though his body was on the Tower, his mind was still there in that dark place. He said that Guardians would have to be sent to destroy this place, but that he must break the darkness and forge the light there first. I must tell you that I wept to see my friend in such a state, but beyond my mask nothing could be seen. I helped him in all ways that I could. I bathed him in the Light of the Traveler to heal him, and gave him a teleporter. He told me that his ghost had been devoured in the darkness, lured by the siren song of an exploding star. I had no idea how he made it back to us without the ghost but I sent him back. It was the last time I saw my friend. I remember his last words to me, as he stood staring into the horizon, seeing things only he could see: “If you hear my voice again I am no longer Kabr”. He told me this, yet I sent him off because I felt that the Traveler wanted this to happen. Of my eons of service to the Travler, it is the one decision I regret. Could not he spare this one soul? His greatest champion battled for him, and yet he sent him off to die.
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