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My Guardians, my Acolytes, my friends. How can I express all that may be said after everything we have achieved together? I will try. I must.
The Hellmouth did not end for me when I reached Luna's surface. It did not end at the death of Crota or the Taken King. It was relentless. I could not see beyond it. My nightmares persisted and I suffered their torments.
I thought that usefulness would save me, to endure despite all, to make meaning from my fear and isolation. But that did not save me.
That did not quiet my anguish.
It was you, guardians, you who have been by my side through my grief, my pain, my vengeance, and my joy, from the hatred of the Hive to the wonders of my throne.
For that, I am grateful, eternally.
So think now of love, the love between you and your ghost, the love between you and your fireteam, and the love I have for all of you.
Hold fast and it will never diminish.
Remember our time together and be glad.
Thank you, guardians. Thank you.
