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Free, woken and given the awareness once lost, I now recognize my prison for what it is. The Lotus has enslaved us with promises hollow as the Warframes we command. I rose, emaciated legs trembling with the effort, ancient muscles instantly burning in protest, yet I relished the pain, the sensation I had for so long lived without. The Lotus, an entity whose origins even her most trusted can only surmise; whose commands become law that only 'fools' question. No more. Every blow I lavish upon frail foes, every river of blood and every hateful tear I spill, shall no longer be in her name.

I struggle now, for a freedom to which my brethren are blind; to reveal my plans is to be torn asunder, battered until breath burns like molten glass in my lungs, and hauled before the one I dared betray. Alone, yet free; if the price of shattered bonds is utter solitude, so be it. From the shadows we have hunted a thousand thousand foes. I wonder, how will the Lotus fare?