"Buried in a cave, hidden from - but not spared - the ravages of time. Who did it belong to? Was he, too, a prisoner of this forsaken place, or from the time before...they came?

The rusted handle and shattered compass betray the beauty of this blade. Long, gleaming, good steel. It polishes well. If I dared, I could probably see my reflection in it, but I've no desire to see what I've become after the things I've done - the things they've made me do." - From the Journal of "Nobody" - Undated