"Atlas's Burden" (Year 3)

==Scripted Dialogue==
* [static] a message. The creatures will soon reach the heart of the vault. When [static] once they take the Vex, they'll come for the Light.
* [static] where I am. My name is Praedyth, and I was a member of Kabr's Fireteam. I just hope[static].
* So the Vex have predicted their own annihilation. When did they believe this would happen? Can the calculations of minds the size of planets be wrong?
*[static] [I don't know why they're letting] me speak. Now, after so long. But if anyone is listening [static] [I came] into the vault with two others. Kabr was intense sometimes. And Pahanin was always talking to himself [static] [but] they don't deserve this. No one does.
* I had a friend back at the Tower. She used to say, "Praedyth, there's always room in the mind for hope. It's the crack that lets the Light in." The Vex have no hope. No imagination, no drive, no fear. All they have is the pattern. Everything must fit. If it can be made to fit, good. If it can't, it gets cut away.
* I think that's it. They're closing the door. I lived! Just remember, tell them I lived [static]
*They think this is the end of them, a path with no escape. And yet, here they are, there they were, and there they will be, and there they will have been. For them, there is no paradox. There is only the pattern. And the pattern needs the Vex to see it to completion. And so the Vex must be. For the mind of the Vex, is that faith?
* Welcome to the end of the Vex. Their "immutable" future.
* Enslaved to a will they don't understand. A will long dead here. Dead eons ago. But then, they won't end, will they? Because you're here.
*The Vex won't spare the City. They won't even thank you. But that's the thing about Light. You never know where it will shine.