A haven. yea. Yet it must fall, ere we be saved. To frail a shell, and humans shall not thrive. To stout a shell, and they will not die...Slaughter and salvation, two irreconcilable focuses we bore, yet bound were we in a cocoon prison, impervious to our power. And so, we thank you for granting us our longed-for birth!
...Dysley?
No...Not anymore...
We are the abandoned one, bor but now to die. Our name is Orphan.
By our hand, the world shall know redemption!