A haven, yes. Yet it must fall, ere we be saved. Too stout a shell and and humans should not thrive. Too stout a shell and they will not die. Slaughter and Salvation! Two inrecognizable Focuses be bore, yet bound were we in a cocoon prison, impervious to our power. And so we thank you, for granting us this longed for birth... We are the Abandoned One, born but now to die. Our name is Orphan. By our hand, the world will know redemption.