YOU WALK AMONG THEM, BECAUSE YOU HAVE FAILED.

“Are you about to tell me Eridians can hear in vacuum?” “No no, no hear in space. Hear space. No hear, is…” And Rocky whistles a low chord followed by a rumble from deep in his carapace. “Best translation is heart-hear. No echolocation, no like Rocky hear Grace now. Is like… feel. Like friend-song. Like quiet but know is there.”

Rasputin, the Tyrant, and his son, Felwinter.

I've had this sitting around in my WIP folder for ages, but the News™️ pushed me to finally finish it. I wanted to send Destiny off with something focused on Rasputin since he's one of my favorite characters of all time, and, well...

I won't lie, maybe it's the fact i've been branching out further from my earlier interests, maybe its the fact I really didn't care for the last two expansions, but I really don't feel much sorrow over today's news.

It's not as if the game will simply cease to be, it's still there and still playable. And as for the story well... there's over ten years of it to pour back over, to examine and toy with.

I suppose the question I'm trying to pose is, do we really need more? Why mourn the prospect for new things to consume (especially when the quality of that new material is far from guaranteed) instead of taking the finishing of a work as an opportunity to reflect?