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Baryos sat alone in the medical bay. He'd removed the IV from his wrist, and turned all of the lights off.

''We're walking into hell. We're walking into hell. We're walking into hell.''

The phrase had played over and over in his head when he woke up, entrancing him. Baryos' thoughts swirled. Who was that Warlock? He seemed familiar. But he couldn't be a Warlock if he was Dark. Perhaps he'd pulled a Yor? How had the figure burned his face? That didn't make sense.

Baryos didn't want to think about that symbol. Writings of the Darkness on his face would get him branded (further) as a traitor.

''Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. Traitor. Traitortraitortraitor. Darkness.''

Wait.

''Traitors of the Light... followers of the Darkness. They spurn the Traveller, turning to the shadows. Trinary Star.''

''Those weren't just a ragtag bunch'a scavengers, were they, Scythe? You just had to kick the sleeping giant, huh?''

''Now... who this shady fellow is gets clearer''

''Occasionally, the Trinary Star Cult have wielded pure darkness, creating abominations out of people, and even Guardians. It's happened again. This Warlock...''

His train of thought as Fariks opened the door to the chamber.

Baryos was siiting in the middle of the floor, holding a monkey wrench and a box of weapon parts. He dropped both of them and stood up, staring at the Elksni.

"I certainly appreciate thine care whilst I was immobile, but..."

He looked at the wrench at his foot.

"A knock from thee would be appreciated."