I have died many times. I have shed my blood over every planet and moon our sun shines upon. Death is easy now, and something tells me this will be my last before the long slumber. I remember the words of my brothers and sisters as we made our holy war - recall their final acts of defiance before the Dark. My gauntlets I have carved from the living rock of the Dreadnaught's High War. My boots fade in and out of this world, drenched in the lifeblood of a Hive King. My armor hums and clicks to the neverwhen mechinations of the Vex Time-Keeper. My helm I tore from the head of the Wolf-Kell as he lay dying in his cage. You have heard me speak, shadow-thing. Now come face me, and I shall prove my words.