[i]Darius did what was necessary. When the Fallen trawled through the Cosmodrome, he was there, metal fingers pulling triggers, metal fists crashing through Vandal skulls. When the Hive launched seeders from the moon, he was there, bathed in Void light, a beacon of change for those turned stagnant. When the Vex minds turned their glacial imagination towards Venus, he was there, a charging battery of Arc light, disintegrating minds older than time. When the Cabal fought their way across Mars, he was there, pushing back one step at a time. The Black Garden was a tomb for many, but for Darius, it was duty, and duty must be done. When the Taken King ravaged the Sol system with a twisted antithesis of life, he was there, hammer in hand, burning his way to the heart of darkness. Sword logic demanded a champion, but he was never fond of swords. Now, he is gone. Where? When? Why? Who follows in the path of his Destiny? Darius does what is necessary. Always.[/i]