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(The wrapup of this RP is near. What are our plans for the future RPs?)

Baryos could not stop worrying. There was something wrong about how... cleanly it'd ended for him. Sure, he'd lost a leg. But legs were just... flesh. The soul of a Guardian was a luminous being, not this... flesh. The Darkness was brilliant in this aspect, etherial and foreboding. But the Darkness was senseless hatred.

Then the Warlock realized that he was full of hatred.

He was full of the Darkness.

A shiver ran down his spine. He hadn't gotten off cleanly. He was filled with Dark thoughts. He had made actions of hatred. Baryos  stood up from the metal cot. He was a plant, he thought. Meant to Darken the City. He was not a Guardian. He was a Doorway.

He would return to the Tower and speak to Ikora Rey. He would not let hatred rule the Light within him.

There had to be a way to rid himself of the shadow. Baryos' mind spiraled. Would he become hated? Was his fate to be another Dredgen Yor? The Darkbringer? Or would he follow the Pahannin and Toland the Shattered into whirling insanity? Either way he was a danger to the City. He was terrified.

The Warlock's mind felt fractured. He could not think rationally.

He could only see three options- free himself from this Darkness with a Warlock's help, hide away as a hermit like Osiris, or fall to the Darkness in silence.