Ikora Rey — Searching for Clarity

"It has been some time since we last spoke. I hope you are well—though hope, it seems, has little wake in this turbulent time."

"I find myself trying to resist the urge to theorize or apply motive, though I feel ensnared by the temptation to do so." Ikora expels a deep breath. "There is reason behind all of this. Order… clarity. Somewhere."

Ikora shifts to look at you; tension pinches her face. "Perhaps it is not hope that is needed, but rage."

"Rage for the lives that were plucked from the sky, for the holes left open and undefended, for the shadows allowed to creep into our home in the Pyramid's wake." She looks to the Traveler. "There is much to answer for."