"No memory of my death, no memory of my life before, no record of me so far as anyone can find. That's no uncommon, though - many Guardians died well before the record-keeping was quite as solid as it is now. And even then, some of the Guardians come from absolutely ancient remains, I'm told. Centuries upon centuries," Mac shrugs, leaning back a bit and knitting gloved fingers together, resting them against the slope of his belly.
"I was brought back by my Ghost. To clarify, they're just called Ghosts, but they're fully autonomous artificial lifeforms. They were created by the Traveler when it died. Or...went into torpor, more like," he mumbles, running his tongue along his teeth before making a soft clucking sound.
"Ghosts carry a some of the Traveler's Light - or magic, if you prefer - and spend their time seeking whatever snuffed spark they're meant to reignite. They don't know why they're driven to seek us out specifically - or they aren't telling - and no one knows what makes us special. Maybe it's nothing? Maybe it's a lottery, maybe it's a gut feeling that even little robots can have. Can't really say. I do know that Ghosts never stop looking for their Guardians, and when they find them, they don't go to another. They live and die together after that. There's only been one instance to the contrary, and theirs are extremely extraordinary circumstances, and not good to base anything off of. Oh...well...two instances, but I guess if you give in to the Darkness, you cut yourself off from your Ghost anyways. Which kind of implies they're our surrogate souls."
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"I was brought back by my Ghost. To clarify, they're just called Ghosts, but they're fully autonomous artificial lifeforms. They were created by the Traveler when it died. Or...went into torpor, more like," he mumbles, running his tongue along his teeth before making a soft clucking sound.
"Ghosts carry a some of the Traveler's Light - or magic, if you prefer - and spend their time seeking whatever snuffed spark they're meant to reignite. They don't know why they're driven to seek us out specifically - or they aren't telling - and no one knows what makes us special. Maybe it's nothing? Maybe it's a lottery, maybe it's a gut feeling that even little robots can have. Can't really say. I do know that Ghosts never stop looking for their Guardians, and when they find them, they don't go to another. They live and die together after that. There's only been one instance to the contrary, and theirs are extremely extraordinary circumstances, and not good to base anything off of. Oh...well...two instances, but I guess if you give in to the Darkness, you cut yourself off from your Ghost anyways. Which kind of implies they're our surrogate souls."