#Lot of thoughts on my two favourite Eliksni.

[blackwaxidol]

Seeing Variks get humbled makes me giggle and kick my feet because fundamentally I like it when men are pathetic and hurt and injured and whimpering and—

[freyja-7-blog]

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“It’s been a weird year. After that whole SIVA scare things have quieted down a lot. Life became more …normal.

I just… is it wrong to feel happy? So many terrible things have happened over the last few years. We’ve lost so many good people, fought so many new and terrible threats.

We’ve all had to grow so fast. I’m sitting here with Arienna and Anders. I mean, when I met Anders he could barely sculpt a firebolt and now he’s studying fusing Void, Arc and Solar light patterns to create entirely new energy sources. Arienna used to struggle in firefights and yesterday I saw her drop twenty Cabal in less than twelve seconds.

It’s been three long years of pain, of fighting fights that seemed impossible. I mean, we’ve killed *gods*. How did we - Why did we- I just can’t wrap my head around it!

I can feel my next reset crawling closer too. I’ve been visiting the Crypt every night now, and every night I’ve made it all the way through. These last three years have made me a consummate killer.

I … I dread the night that I see Keriks and Shoras there. I’ve managed to come to terms with pulling apart my friends every night, of plunging blades into those I’ve admired and respected. But I don’t know if my heart can take slaying those two.

I’ve also been getting flashes from when I was Freyja-6. A gorgeous purple dress caught my eye the other day and I wanted it so badly. I found myself listening to a pre-Golden Age record of Tchaikovsky and loved it.

Odds are within the next few weeks I’ll glimpse the truth within the Crypt again and have to do another reset. I don’t want to lose who I am all over again. Arienna and Anders have been giving me odd looks. They know something’s wrong with me.

I’m Freyja-7. My favourite colour is the crisp white of Cosmodrome snow. I adore the archeo-rock music that came out of the Collapse. I’ve never felt more love and pain than when I helped care for a young Eliksni girl named Shoras, and I’ve never felt happier than when her matriarch, Keriks, made me Light-mother to her clan.

All of this will disappear soon. These last three years will vanish in static and carefully hidden code.

I can’t bear the thought of the next me not reading these old archives, so I’ll do what I can to fill them out properly. It will be up to anyone who reads this to remind me, to let me read them and remember who I am.

If you’re not too late maybe I will be able to go be with Shoras and the Southern Clans again.

I… I’m having trouble getting up. Arienna and Anders want to stop by the Reef and see Variks. I want to go but my legs just won’t move! I’ll catch up with them later, I guess.

…

Yes, ghost?

Ah, yeah. This is Freyja-7. The last few months have been too quiet. Something’s wrong.

Something’s coming. I can feel it, deep down in my joints. I hope it can help me stay myself a little longer.

I’m going to swing by the Reef and then head to the Southern Clans. Just a short trip, no more than a couple weeks. I’ll be back soon.

I mean, if I were gone any longer I’m sure Cayde-6 would mess up and burn down that ramen place or something.

Until I return, may the Light of the Traveller be with you all.

This is Freyja-7, signing off.“

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