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(Sorry for textwall. I suck at explaining in a few sentences.)

Varrus nodded his head in assent to Arxus, and then turned to the rest of the group.

"Well, as Fer so politely mentioned, I owe you all an explanation as to why I left and why I'm here. After our last little adventure on Ceres, The fall of Enxor and all that, I'm sure you've heard the tales, Fer-"

"Yeah, cause I'm such a socialite..."

"Anyway, after all was said and done...I had realized my failure. My mind was poisoned first by that fallen warlock, then by Enxor himself, and I was too weak of mind to see through the veil. In the time it took for us to return to the tower, I had thought on the issue enough to come to a conclusion. I had to pass on the mark whose legacy I had failed to uphold, and then find a way to fix this fundamental problem that plagued my being. So I passed the torch to one who had proven their worthiness and potential, above even my peers at the peak of the crucible, and set out to cure myself of this weakness.

I apologize for not speaking of my intentions then, but it was a matter I wanted to handle myself, and I did not wish to be followed. I made a brief visit to the tower, only stayed long enough to repair my equipment and stock up before I left for Mercury. I know at least a dozen warlocks who would be willing to guide me in meditation, but the truth of the matter is that the disciples know the light in a way that no one else does.

I sought them out, here in the burning shrine, and asked them to strengthen my mind against the dark as a favor for my past victories in their trials. They sent me on a quest to prove myself worthy beyond doubt. And when I gained their trust...they granted me my wish."

With this, the giant reached up, and lifted his helm from his head. As the yellow faceplate and black curves pulled away, they revealed a vistage much different than Argus had previously known.

His definite features remained, his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones and the like. But his short-cropped hair was gone, his head as bald as Zavala's. A large black tattoo of the eye of Osiris swept from his left cheek, up along the side of his nose, above his eyebrow, to just behind his left ear, and back across the cheekbone. But the most striking of his altered features were his eyes. They had been a deep, calm hazel. Now, there was no iris to be seen in either of them, just blank, milky white ovals set within his head. The only thing not alien and strange about Varrus's face aside from its construction was the small smile that creased the giant's lips.