Once upon a time, I was resurrected at the same time and virtually same place as another. A huntress. Sarah and I used to be close. Then, on a scouting mission on the moon, she and her ghost were killed by a hive blade. I isolated myself, picking fights whenever I was in the tower, starting things with the vanguard. I was alone. Then one day in the cosmodrome, I saved someone named Duine. I promised to never let any harm fall upon her. And yet the hive cut the light out of her, then fed her to the thralls. All right in front of me. I was to slow to save her. I recently have lost another friend to the hellmouth, staying behind to save me. Ever since, each one of "them" comes to me. But it's not them. It's hive magic. And every time, I have to bury that thing to save my own skin. Now you tell me. Are you afraid of what may happen with me around?