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Clown Cartridge 2395701319 DestinySandboxPerkDefinition

Reloading this weapon randomly overfills it from reserves to an improved degree.

Crucible Rank Resets 3626149776 DestinyMetricDefinition

The total number of times you reset your Crucible Rank. Tracks from Season 4 onward.

VIII.X: Apocrypha 1529675535 DestinyLoreDefinition

WHISPERS OF DISSENT "Listen close, o Sister of the Song, o Singer of Despair, o Bringer of Death! "Your Song is not yet sung. "Your purpose, yet seized. "Are you violence? Or are you Death? "Two of a kind—mothers of fear—yet not one and the same. "One is promise. "The other certainty. "But promises can remain unfulfilled, making liars even of those with the purest intent. "Why then be anything but certain?" The first of the whispers caught Azavath's ear in the instant before her sister made the first cut. Even as her agony filled the chamber, the hushed words echoed in her mind. "Your sister is cunning and pure in her sacrilege. "She sees the sword logic as broken, and her sight is clear and true. "But the path you carve is folly. "You seek destruction of the weak—annihilation of the cowards who would claim the vacant throne. "There are none so Princely among you. "No Kings. "No Queens. "And so you surrender yourself—a brave sacrifice meant to birth slaughter. "What then, o Azavath, she of the Orphaned Swarm, she of the Broken Choir? "Your husk will be remanded to an existence of violence—and nothing more. "You give of yourself for a promise. "Death shall follow. "But only as collateral in the wake of the rage you and poor, misguided Malkanth seek to unleash. "And that, child, is all your brother has to offer—his rage. "You see it as earned. "You are not wrong. "Poor, foolish Akrazul. How long has he wallowed, lost to despair as the consequence of his own failings? "Now, to sate his fury and see him whole of body and spirit, you would surrender what is yours—body, spirit, and worse… "Your precious gift. "Your Song."

Ghost Den – 4 1527171898 DestinyLoreDefinition

—CONTINUATION OF SESSION 1 RECORDING— [CIRCLE NOTE: A Ghost with an orange shell, Bee, floats forward. Another, Batt, dons a red shell. She hovers close to her.] Bee: I can go. Ahem. Batt: It's okay, you got this. [CIRCLE NOTE: Batt gives Bee a comforting nudge. She takes a shaky breath.] Bee: We almost died during the War. I—I know that "almost" isn't as bad as "did", but… I haven't felt the same since then. Micah: What you experienced is just as important. No need to minimize it. Bee: It was… terrifying. The way its limbs reached out to crush anyone in its path… Batt: We got grabbed. It looked like that was it, but then it disappeared. [CIRCLE NOTE: The two turn to Ghost, who can't meet their gaze. He floats a bit lower.] Bee: We're alive because of you. Thank you.