Dual Destiny | Choose Peace | The Final Shape
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- Опубликовано: 8 сен 2024
- Two Guardians enter the depths of the Pale Heart in search of power...
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Savathûn: Well, look at you! Trusting your own instincts, thinking for yourself. I'm so proud. You and I, we're not interested in playing other people's games. Now, Xivu Arath? [sighs] My sister has always played by the rules. And where did that get her? Nowhere good. There's no power in blindly following the whims of capricious, self-titled gods. Except... yourself.
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Pretty sure Savathun was being genuine, so thats interesting.
She's literally rewording Ulan Tan and Alpha Lupi.
"The demiurge of the Hive is the worm; the demiurge of the Vex is the thought; the demiurge of the Fallen is the Ether, which is survival; the demiurge of the Cabal is authority. These are the things, both constraint and power, which define the universe of possible actions. These are the rule makers and instruments which enforce reality.
Give a power to a Guardian and they shall know that power as a weapon, for when a Guardian chooses to alter the world, they do so with the bullet and the blade. Grant a Guardian godly power, and that Guardian shall fashion it into a perfect rifle. The demiurge of the Guardian is the gun.
*But we must remember that the demiurge is not the god. It is only the thing that converts perfect divine will into imperfect material form. We may wield the demiurge; but if we do, what god wields us?" -Ulan-Tan*
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Whoever survives our passing does so only by our consent.
Near-gods must believe in greater gods. But every power is finite, every life shorter than it wishes.
Only an astonishing mind can truly appreciate just how tiny it is when set against the known universe; and how insignificant the known becomes when it is devoured by what isn't seen and can't be comprehended.
As darkness begins to claim their ragged souls, you look ahead to find a great power pouring out of you-a face of fire and golden light.
That blazing wonder, a gift from the great-eyed god, is their salvation. Or are you?
Perhaps you are the greater god now.
Cayde: 😏"Sir, this is a Wendy's"
For those who don't know, there's also a set of dialogue options for when neither player chooses anything, where Sav shows up and "randomly" selects peace or violence (I say "randomly" because I haven't been able to find a clip of her choosing peace")
I think this is what she really wants.
From what I’ve heard of her dialogue, it appears she wants to usurp the Flower game. The game the Winnower and Gardner have played since the beginning, using everyone as chess pieces. The Queen wants off the board, possibly to kill both players and control the game. Make her own fate. But, while it may be a long way off, I think Savathun will die in this pursuit. The rest of us may then be free from the Flower Game, to choose our own destiny. But so will everyone else. Friend and foe alike. She may not even care if chaos follows, even after her final death, and the deaths of a Lucent Oryx and Xivu. But as long as the Coaltion stands, we will strive for peace and prosperity. But, that’s just my speculation for the future.
Savathûn: The Dragon and the Worm.
The Larva and the Queen.
The peasant and the god.
So many deities. So many rules.
There are endless myths etched into the plague called life. They are not hope or promise or power. They are exaggerations born of misunderstandings.
Yet they govern so much-your actions and mine.
Day-to-day. Cycle-to-cycle. Evolution-to-evolution.
Always idols to guide and punish and love and destroy.
But are any true?
Whom must we placate with worship and reverence?
With offerings and sacrifice?
With praise as armor for their frail egos?
The truth is, dear child…
There are no gods.
Only absolutes.
Yet, here we sit on the edge of the greatest unmaking.
Time is no longer time when the radiolaria dance upon history gone and yet to be.
Space is no longer space when we have torn reality to carve out our own secret planes of being.
Death is no longer death when the Champions of the Light rise and fall, never backing down, never truly knowing defeat.
All that remains is ignorance-the last absolute, the final unassailable truth.
Time can be bent and broken-redirected to the whims of those with the knowledge and the will.
Space can be shredded asunder-excavated to discover new and ancient realms not chained to understanding.
Death can be ignored-through impossible energies and advanced technologies both physical and indistinguishable from magic.
But ignorance is the unconquerable constant.
One can learn more, but none can learn all.
Malkanth: What then, when immortality and the totality of space and time can be joined to learn the last of the unknowns?
Savathûn: When the final absolute falls, reality will shudder and blink, and a new absolute will emerge… an ending, total and complete.
Malkanth: You wish to see that end?
Savathûn: I wish to ensure it does not come to pass.
@@DestinyLoreVault Guess you could say, she kept her word. Savathun did help us prevent the Final Shape. But with her, there’s always an angle. I’m looking forward to seeing what it is, and how we may stop it. But, she knows better than any, the best plans, take time. Savathun’s had eons.
As the ultimate warlock I think Savathûn wants something similar to the anathematic arc. She’s been researching self contained realities for a while and it’s clear the final shape would have screwed that. Nothings certain however and she’s still inscrutable.
@@DestinyLoreVault "The demiurge of the Hive is the worm; the demiurge of the Vex is the thought; the demiurge of the Fallen is the Ether, which is survival; the demiurge of the Cabal is authority. These are the things, both constraint and power, which define the universe of possible actions. These are the rule makers and instruments which enforce reality.
Give a power to a Guardian and they shall know that power as a weapon, for when a Guardian chooses to alter the world, they do so with the bullet and the blade. Grant a Guardian godly power, and that Guardian shall fashion it into a perfect rifle. The demiurge of the Guardian is the gun.
But we must remember that the demiurge is not the god. It is only the thing that converts perfect divine will into imperfect material form. We may wield the demiurge; but if we do, what god wields us?" -Ulan-Tan
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Whoever survives our passing does so only by our consent.
Near-gods must believe in greater gods. But every power is finite, every life shorter than it wishes.
Only an astonishing mind can truly appreciate just how tiny it is when set against the known universe; and how insignificant the known becomes when it is devoured by what isn't seen and can't be comprehended.
As darkness begins to claim their ragged souls, you look ahead to find a great power pouring out of you-a face of fire and golden light.
That blazing wonder, a gift from the great-eyed god, is their salvation. Or are you?
Perhaps you are the greater god now.