"Oryx’s eyes blaze with a curiosity that is entirely isomorphic with hate, with voracious hunger. 'Aurash,' he says, in his Hive language. 'You’ve made me as I was. You’ve made a tiny Aurash. Ha!'

Quria updates the simulation’s name. Aurash is curious: 'You’re me? You’re me as I become?'

Oryx kneels. His blade is on his left shoulder. Quria is firing every available weapon at him, but his wards don’t break. He looks into Quria’s sensors through the hammering fire and he says, 'Child, I have everything you wanted. I am immortal. I know the great secrets of the universe. I have scouted the edges of the Darkness and I have chased the lying god down galactic arms in a howling pack of moons. In my fist I carry the secret power that will rule eternity. In my worm I bear the tribute of my Court and of my children, the Hope-Eater, the Weaver, and the Unraveler; and with this tribute I smash my foes. I am Oryx, the Taken King. I am almighty.'"

                                                                                                                     ― The Taken King

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