The scent emerges as the sun sets, a testimony carried through warm summer nights.
TYPE: RECOVERED SENSOR LOGS
PARTIES: Two  Human-type, designate Umiña, Osiris. One  Ascendant Hive, designate Savathûn. Eighty-one  Hive-type, designate unknown.
ASSOCIATIONS: Light [Umiña]; Darkness, [Savathûn, Hive]
LIFE SUPPORT: Offline
U: Is that… Osiris! Osiris, can you hear me?
S: Reverence, please, child. He is the first to see this realm.
U: What did you do to him?
S: He merely sleeps to dream a better world… one that I awaken to make reality.
U: —some kind of fountain?
S: It is the trough at which gods gorge.
U: And you're going to feed me to them there?
S: Nothing so dramatic, Lightbearer. You will be a scent. A texture. An added detail no one would notice, but whose absence would be felt. After all, one cannot cast a shadow without Light.
U: But… with Osiris's Light… Wait! Are you saying Sagira is gone?! Then he doesn't have—
U: —what you're saying is true, then we're on the same side!
S: No, child. We work to the same ends. Our roads are quite different.
U: You don't have to do this.
S: An end must be reached. A journey chosen. We are not all of us burdened by the comforting lie of false sacrifice.
S: All I require is to relieve you of that burden.
S: The vessel's sensors appear to be recording. Dispose of it.