You were the first wanderer. Navigator. Searching for an answer to a question you've yet to ponder. I am the watcher. Invisible. The eyes of the Last City. The very nature of my duty necessitates solitude. We were both adrift. Along the brinks of space, under the black sky. You enter the lives of people that grow to resent your desertion. But we share the same heart, and I know you. You aren't disaffected. We are not walking away. We are looking to the horizon. —Unknown Hunter