My poor broken guardian.
I see you struggling, and I see your sadness written on the vermilion stripe painted on your pauldron.
I know Cayde was your friend, he was mine too. But you cannot blame yourself for what happened. You were not too slow, you were not too weak.
He was our mentor. Our teacher.
But seeing the bloodlust in your eyes as you kill Kell after Kell scares me. This is not what he would want. Vengeance is one thing, but watching you walk the thin line of darkness and light, it kills me.
The path of destruction you leave in our wake makes me think, "I dont think this is why the traveler chose you".
I'll never leave you. I'm here, I'm still here.
Are you still here?
Watching you hear his last words broke my heart. I had no idea what to say.
Watching you carry his limp corpse to our ship was the hardest thing I've done. I tried to talk to you, but you didn't say a word. You took his cloak as your own, per hunter tradition, and we flew to the vanguard.
Can you hear me? I'm still here.
Are you?
You spoke your first words when the vanguard were on the cusp of a schism.
"Uldren is mine."
The pure anger in your eyes frightens me to this day, as they haven't stopped burning with that same inferno.
You chased murderer after murderer and I tried my best to keep you morally sound. You're on a rampage... and I'm not comfortable with it.
Tell me how you feel. I want to know so I can help you. I am your partner. Your ghost. You have many friends that can help you, you needn't shoulder you're sadness alone.
I wish we would go home. I'm tired, guardian.
I don't want to lose you to this.
I love you.