They hide the schematics, hesitating as they turn to face me.

They hide the schematics, hesitating as they turn to face me.

So much of our lives are mysteries, my friend. The faces we are born with... The clothes we wear. Who made the Exosuits? Who speaks with their voice? The knowledge stones, the portals they lead us through... they are our birthright. There is so much out there, still to be found.