Excuse me? One. Fucking. Guardian. Has been kicking your race's collective asses for 9 years. They kill gods for fun and turn them into guns for a meme. They genocide entire races for loot. They assassinated your last leader, cleaned out your daddy's ship while he wrote-
I have destroyed myself to do this. They have taken my Ghost. They are in my blood and brain. But now there is hope.
Now it is done. If I speak again, I am not Kabr.
His name was Andal Brask; he was my mentor. Great shot. TERRIBLE gambler.
Still, we had this friendly little wager about what was inside the Traveler. I told him, "There's nothing." So of course, Andal says, "Well, then I'm betting on everything."
"Everything." Ah, lucky guess.