IC(Ignitus(on board the Inika)): I stepped back from my work, satisfied. As I set aside the dark red paint, I looked at what had been Gravus' armor prior to his death. It was much lighter than mine, easier to maneuver in. More importantly, I didn't see myself wearing it while I murdered entire cities every time I went to sleep. The idea had occured to me the night before, after waking up from another dream. I had to hope that I would have them less the more I distance myself from anything related to my time before Mata Nui. After I changed into the armor, leaving my old armor in a heap in the corner, I looked at a mirror. Where once had stood a Toa in armor of bright crimson, scarlet, and silver, there was now a being in lighter armor of black and crimson. My mask had changed too, from its previous scarlet to a darker shade of red. I stuffed my old armor - Ausar's armor - into an empty barrel and left it amidst the rest of our emptied supplies. I dared to hope Ausar's memory would stay with it.