It was not truly murder, for each one of them was all the same, weren’t they?
They stared at the Atlas. They knew they were all just data, ghosts caught within a machine. They thought, briefly, of the Traveller they had once been, yearning to see the entire cosmos, revelling in the joy of discovery.
They stared at the mirror, and consumed the Ark.
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- Race
- None
- Options
- 1
- Progressive
- Yes
- Public Subtitle
- None dialogue · Variant 18
- Interaction Type
- GraveInCave
- Identity Collision
- Yes
- Requires Scan Event
- Interaction Category
- Default
- Provenance Disambiguation
- ?U4LORE_04_LORE_END
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Conversation flowFragmented Memory ↗
Dialogue
Dialogue factionNone dialogue ↗
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