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Baryos meditated.

It was not a usual act, but one born of worry. Killing a God of Death was to be celebrated. But his mind stormed with questions. Though he'd exploded, Enxor's consciousness may not have been destroyed. A Soul Crystal similar to Crota's would've saved him... yet, he jettisoned his most powerful weapon and it crumbled in the lack of his absence. The salvaged crystals surely contained power. But a presence was not to be found within them.

Crota's sword was sharp to his death. Enxor was dead.

But Baryos still felt ill... his hand reached to his face. The Hive Glyph burned into his head by the Dark Warlock. He had learned of its meaning.

Scorned.

But not all at the Tower were versed in the Hive's script. The Swastika was turned from a symbol of Hinduism to a sign of severe hatred. All meanings of 'peace' weren't related to the symbol anymore. Anyone who upheld the Swastika was a traitor. His face was branded with hatred.

He was exhausted and he didn't want to think. At all.

Baryos shifted out of the meditating position and opened his eyes. The Ketch was dark, but through the porthole were the stunning lights of NLS. He never tired of seeing the soothing, flickering dance of light. He removed his helmet, placing it on the table beside him. He rubbed his face with his palms.

Symbolic scars... trademark of the insane and obsessed.