"I guess," Ghost replied in regards to the question about why they were named as such. He'd never thought about it because it wasn't anything he or any other like him considered problematic or derogatory. Humming to himself in thought, the pixelated blue eye flicked up, looking at Aoba with an expression somewhat like regret.
"It's that or give in to the Darkness. We don't have all the answers, I'm afraid. We Ghosts were born when the Traveler died...or...went into torpor, or however you want to look at it. So we don't have any more answers from our "parent" than anyone has from us. If you're looking for hypotheses..." The little Ghost shrugged, in it's own way, the geometric shape of it's shell spreading out and rotating left, then right, before closing it's bloom again.
"The living humans were frightened and unprepared for war. The Traveler wanted humanity to have nothing but peace and prosperity. War was a thing of the past, and with it, soldiers. By sending out Ghosts to tug on the threads of Light across the galaxy, resurrecting heroes of old, the Traveler could put those already accustomed to combat on the field, ready to protect, hard-wired for it. And by bringing them back without their pasts, they have no attachment to it and feel no deep loss. They cling to the moment, form bonds with the present and future instead of constantly looking back to things that cannot be changed. I'm no one to say whether it's right or wrong, cruel or kind. All I know is what's done is done, and it was done out of necessity. The only reason humanity survived is because of that decision. But, like I said...no Ghost knows the answers, because we were born without them."
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"It's that or give in to the Darkness. We don't have all the answers, I'm afraid. We Ghosts were born when the Traveler died...or...went into torpor, or however you want to look at it. So we don't have any more answers from our "parent" than anyone has from us. If you're looking for hypotheses..." The little Ghost shrugged, in it's own way, the geometric shape of it's shell spreading out and rotating left, then right, before closing it's bloom again.
"The living humans were frightened and unprepared for war. The Traveler wanted humanity to have nothing but peace and prosperity. War was a thing of the past, and with it, soldiers. By sending out Ghosts to tug on the threads of Light across the galaxy, resurrecting heroes of old, the Traveler could put those already accustomed to combat on the field, ready to protect, hard-wired for it. And by bringing them back without their pasts, they have no attachment to it and feel no deep loss. They cling to the moment, form bonds with the present and future instead of constantly looking back to things that cannot be changed. I'm no one to say whether it's right or wrong, cruel or kind. All I know is what's done is done, and it was done out of necessity. The only reason humanity survived is because of that decision. But, like I said...no Ghost knows the answers, because we were born without them."