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It had been nearly a year since I had claimed the sword.
It was a hadium cleaver taken from the corpse of a Hive Sword Bearer. Both of my teammates lost their lives to the sword now strapped to my back. Perhaps I kept it as a way to feel connected to them. Perhaps I simply hated myself so much that I felt the need to keep a constant reminder of my failure. I could feel the darkness within the blade flow into me like waves. It was stronger whenever my thoughts drifted to my two fallen friends, the only ones to know me and understand me.
My light and the darkness would pool together and mix before flowing back to their respective homes: the light to me and the darkness to the sword. I had taken to calling it Dark Tide because of this constant transfusion of light and darkness.
The vanguard's had been extremely weary when I arrived back to the tower, alone with Dark Tide in my possession. Zavala, the Titan vanguard, had instantly demanded I relinquish my sword so that it could be destroyed. Cayde-6, the Hunter vanguard, wasn't as loud but he too felt it best to get rid of it.
Ikora, the Warlock vanguard, was the only one that sided with me. I didn't know if it was because she believed me when I said the sword was just a sword and nothing more. I hoped so. She had been my mentor and close personal friend for a long time until I was placed in my former fire-team. Perhaps she sensed how attached to it I was.
Regardless of speculation, it was only by her words that Dark Tide remained mine, though nothing short of death would have changed that.
It wasn't long, only about a month, before I was called before the Vanguards again. I was changing, and it had been called to their attention. In the tower I had become a recluse. I rarely left my small one bedroom apartment. On the rare visits from Ikora she would find me wallowing in sadness. She would brew some tea and sit with me granting me some comfort in knowing I wasn't totally alone in the world. A small comfort, but one that kept me from completely drowning in my guilt. In the field though, surrounded by servants of the darkness, I had become infamous for excessive violence toward our enemies, Hive especially. I would gun them down with the cold precision of a scalpel before drawing Dark Tide and cutting down those who remained. The few guardians that had volunteered to work with me quickly grew weary before refusing to work with me any longer.
A few days ago Ikora sat me down and forced me to speak. I told her about my guilt. It was obvious that it was eating away at me but I never said it out loud, never truly admitted it, until then. Ikora only told me that the first step to healing was acknowledging the wound.
I broke down. There in the middle of the tower commons I shattered like glass. I crumpled into a sobbing mess. Ikora sat with me and offered words of comfort.
How could anyone do this? Go on like this? This constant pain I carry was crushing in it's weight and every tear that fell from me in front of the many watching guardians was a new blow to my already mutilated pride.
Ikora simply held me and continued to whisper comforting words to me. I couldn't really understand them through my tears but after a while, the sound of her voice calmed me down. When my tears ran dry and my shaking stopped I noticed that while I still felt anguish, It no longer felt as bad as it once had. It was like some of that crushing weight had been removed. That unbearable burden was still there, but it seemed more manageable. As if I could keep going after all.
We both stood and I thanked Ikora and apologized for my embarrassing display. It was unbecoming of a guardian. She shook her head and gave me a reassuring smile.
"Progress" she called it. She said I had finally allowed myself to begin healing. I still don't totally understand what she meant. I requested some time away from the combat missions I usually undertook. All the vanguards were surprised but supported my choice.
I needed time to truly work through my feelings. Ikora approved on the condition I assist her with a small favor. She assured me it would involve very little contact with the forces of the darkness.
An escort assignment.
•••••
"Guardian were getting close. I can feel it."
A guardian dressed in a full set of Rimmed robes shaded all black and red with a Hive cleaver strapped to his back nodded at the floating ghost he was escorting. His own ghost, Harlow, was invisible nearby, he could feel it through their connection.
It had been nearly a month since his assignment of escorting ghosts while they searched for new guardians had begun. A month of easy searching through the ancient Russian lands now known as the osmodrome. Rosarian had been thankful, he needed this time to recover and thus far it felt like it was working. If he helped a ghost find their Guardian at the same time even better. He had helped three ghosts find Guardians to call their own so far.
It was then that the ghost flew back into his face buzzing in excitement.
"Guardian I found them! My Guardian! They're here! Hurry!"
He ran after the ghost through the breach, a tunnel on the far southeast of the cosmodrome. They exited what was once a massive underpass tunnel to see a large capsule sitting on top of a pile of ancient cars.
"My Guardian is there! In the capsule! Hurry Guardian please!"
They sprinted to the capsule. Harlow, Rosarian's ghost, materialized and began scanning the capsule beside the other ghost.
"This is sealed tight. It might have been damaged. This must have crash landed here very recently. It's hard to believe that the Fallen haven't picked it clean by now."
"I agree. How do we open it?" Rosarian responded.
"Well we can't just break it open. We've no idea what the situation is inside. We might end up killing the Guardian inside." Harlow muttered.
Rosarian removed his helmet. He needed some fresh air to help him think. The cold Russian breeze helped him relax and focus. He took another look and began to tinker with a small key pad beside the capsules hatch. He experimentally pressed a few buttons. Perhaps one of them would open the pod.
Suddenly the pod hissed and slowly the hatch began to swing open.
Suddenly the other ghost flew close to the once living being and burst open, light spilling forth into the soon to be resurrected Guardian. Rosarian hissed as his eyes were filled with the bright light that came from the unnamed ghost. The brilliant light flashed for only a few more moments before fading. The resurrection only took a few moments but Rosarian's eyes took closer to a full minute to recuperate. Once the black splotches filling his vision faded, he took a glance into the pod.
The new Guardian within was a female Awoken. Her skin was a light blue. Her black hair framed her face and fanned out in the back.
Then she opened her eyes.
Her glowing light violet eyes immediately met Rosarian's dark brown ones. Both ghosts hovered in silence watching the two Guardians stare at one another.
After nearly five minutes of silence and not a single word, Harlow hovered close and nudged Rosarian.
"Rose we need to bring this new Guardian to the tower. Our mission is complete. We should go before anything bad happens."
Rosarian was slow to respond but finally nodded and hesitantly offered the new Guardian his hand. She blinked and slowly placed her hand in his.
"Easy Guardian. Please take it slow. My name is Silvanus Rosarian." He said softly as he lifted her out of the pod and to her feet. Rosarian noted that standing straight up, she was very short, maybe five feet tall to his five foot seven.
She stumbled a little, wobbling like a newborn doe until she nearly fell over. Rosarian moved to catch her but overstepped and ended with her pressed against his chest. Rosarian's cheeks flared at the close proximity. Harlow couldn't help but record the interaction between his partner and the newest addition to the Guardian ranks.
"umm d-do you want- or rather do you need me to help you?"
The new Guardian looked down trying to hide her own burning cheeks and nodded.
"Vivian. I…my name is Vivian. I would appreciate your help. My legs feel very prickly and its hard to move."
Vivian's ghost hovered close and buzzed excitedly. "Hello Vivian, i'm your ghost. I'm so glad to have finally found you. Welcome back to our world. You can name me later. As for the pins and needles your feeling, your body is probably unaccustomed to being mobile. It's a little strange that it's just your legs but you'll be up and walking in no time."
Vivian nodded. She was still confused but comforted by the happy ghost hovering in circles around her and the Armored person she was still clinging to. Rosarian looked up to his ghost.
"Harlow how close can you bring the ship?"
"My signal is being jammed. It's probably the area. If we make our way back through the breach to the divide I should be able to bring the ship around."
"Thank you Harlow. Ghost, did the vanguard give you any armor for her?"
Vivians ghost stopped circling and faced Rose. "Yes they did. I'll phase it onto her. She'll need to stand alone though."
"I think I can manage for a few moments." Vivian released Rosarian and tried to stand still. It was easy to see that just standing was a challenge because her legs would twitch and she almost fell over twice.
Her ghost quickly phased into place the standard all white and silver armor of a newborn Guardian. Rosarian jumped forward and caught Vivian as she began to topple over.
"I'm so sorry. How long is this jelly leg thing going to last?"
"Oh you'll be okay. But we do need to leave." Vivian's nameless ghost chirped. "Rosarian please carry my Guardian."
Rosarian removed the harness holding Dark Tide and awkwardly slung it onto her and tightened it into place. She visibly shivered when it was secured.
Rosarian then donned his helmet before he lifted Vivian onto his back. She flailed for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel her body jittering as if trying to shake off the sword now strapped to her.
"Just relax Guardian. I'm sorry if Dark Tide…. disturbs you."
Rosarian was no fool. He had seen how Dark Tide made others uncomfortable. It must have been doubly so for a newborn to carry such a foul artifact. The darkness that it held within gave nearly every Guardian that came close a feeling of dread.
Rosarian sighed then materialized his omolon fusion rifle, Susano'o. Now armed, he began walking back towards the breach.
"What is this thing? It feels so cold. Like ice creeping into my very being."
Rosarian said nothing. He felt really bad now. He moved just a little faster. The sooner they were through the breach the sooner he would be able to distance the sword and himself from her.
Vivian looked around as they made their way through the very old ruined complex. She couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder for the place. It seemed so beautiful in an old way yet she also felt a sadness to it.
She watched from over Rosarian's shoulder as he made his way through the place. She couldn't help but wish he would speak to her. The silence of the place mixed with the sword on her back was making her very very nervous.
"E-excuse me?"
Vivian's ghost materialized directly in front of her face. She squeaked in surprise.
"Yes Guardian? What do you need?"
"Oh i- well I- that is, I just wanted to ask a few questions?" She stammered.
The ghost buzzed excitedly. "Oh of course. Please ask away. I'll answer to the best of my ability."
Vivian hesitated. "ummm well where are we?"
"We are currently on the planet Earth on what used to be Russia in the area we have taken to calling the cosmodrome." The ghost recited almost as if from a textbook.
Vivian nodded. "Okay. Where are we going? You said something about a divide?"
The ghost gave her the equivalent of a confused look, before lighting up in understanding. "Actually Guardian that was Harlow. But the answer to your question is the divide: a large field area in the relative center of the Cosmodrome. It's the most common drop zone for the Cosmodrome area."
Now she was getting somewhere. "Harlow?"
Another ghost with a nearly identical voice though significantly more scarred shell materialized beside her.
"Yes Miss Vivian?"
She looked from her ghost to Harlow and back. "I'm sorry. I thought you two were one and the same."
"A very common mistake for new born Guardians. It's easier to tell someone's ghost apart when they have their own personalized shell. Mine was recently damaged so I have to use this until it is repaired."
Harlow didn't 'seem' offended but Vivian couldn't help but feel she had made a very silly mistake.
"I don't mean to be rude but what are you exactly?"
It was then Rosarian spoke. "That might be a question better left to the Speaker. When we get to the tower someone will have to introduce you."
Vivian smiled behind her helmet. Finally an opportunity.
"And you? Who are you? All I know is your name."
Rosarian was surprised. "As I said before. I am Silvanus Rosarian, Warlock of the third order. Second in command of fire-team Bliss."
"You have a team?" Vivian probed, "Where are they? I hope they're as kind as you have been."
Rosarian cringed. "They're dead."
Vivian frowned. "I… i-i'm sorry. I didn't know."
Rosarian shook his head. "Don't be sorry. As painful as it might be, I remember them so that they might live on through me. After all, the very least a coward like me can do is remember them, even if it hurts."
Vivian's frown deepened. "Why do you call yourself a coward? You seem very brave to me."
Rosarian stopped walking.
"I am not brave. I'm sorry but I don't want to discuss it any further." He spoke in a whisper before pressing on.
Vivian felt terrible now. Here she was literally riding on a person's back and rather than do everything she could to alleviate the burden, she was reminding him of things best left unmentioned. Her eyes began to water and she put her head down onto his robes.
'Not another word. You've already done enough.' she thought to herself.
"I'm sorry." She muttered into the back of his robes.
Rosarian wanted to tell her to forget it. For Rosarian, Vivian was already forgiven. It wasn't her fault. She has nothing to apologize for but the memories of seeing his teammates cut down, their ghosts crushed and the screeching of the Hive was unbearable. Truly like salt on a still open wound.
"Hold on a second." Harlow said as he materialized in front of the two Guardians.
"My scanners are picking up a lot of movement. It could be the Fallen."
It was.
As Harlow finished his warning, members of the four armed race of aliens began pouring from the walls and large holes in the ceiling.
Rosarian counted around twenty, one Captain and a mixture of vandals and dregs.
Rosarian lowered Vivian to the ground. "Can you walk?"
Vivian wasn't paying attention though. She was far more focused on the hissing four armed aliens. It wasn't until she was suddenly dropped from Rosarian's back that she focused on the person in front of her.
"Can you walk?!" he yelled at her as he pulled the harness holding Dark Tide from her. She tried to stand and managed to remain upright by leaning against the wall. He forced a large red revolver into her hand and turned to face the fallen.
"Harlow!" He called as he began strapping the sword to himself. both Harlow and Vivian's nameless ghost floated up beside him. "Get her to somewhere safe. I'll deal with the Fallen."
Harlow seemed to nod. "Miss Vivian please follow me."
•••••
Vivian managed to follow Harlow and her ghost down several hallways and up a set of stairs before collapsing into a small room that seemed almost like an observatory.
She gasped trying to catch her breath. She moaned as the adrenaline faded and the burning in her legs fully set in.
"Miss Vivian please rest. Rose will handle the Fallen. Oh!" he floated to a window in the room. "There he is."
Vivian half walked half stumbled to the window and looked through. Down below she saw the largest of the four armed aliens roaring at Rosarian, who was taking cover and firing back from behind a steel girder. The other attacking Fallen fired at him and slowly pressed forward.
She shivered in fear when the fusion rifle in his hands faded and Rosarian pulled that foul sword from the harness on his back. Faster than she could follow Rosarian charged at the fallen forces. He didn't even seem to notice when he would be hit by the enemies. His robes were quickly filled with holes as he ran forward. This was the first time she has ever seen a Guardian do battle but she sensed it was almost….wrong.
Rosarian proceeded to cut into or swing the sword almost like a bat at the Eliksni warriors, still ignoring the many bullets hitting him. When one dropped dead to the floor Rosarian would disappear in a burst of purple light only to reappear above or behind another and hit them with some strange attack from his hand or attack with his sword. Whatever that attack was it made the hostile aliens that were hit with it disintegrate into purple light that was sucked into him. He would then charge another enemy and repeat.
This fatal pattern continued until the final fallen vandal was cleaved in two and all that stood was Rosarian and the Fallen captain.
Rosarian stood still, feeling the darkness from inside the blade flow into him. The sword itself seemed to hum, as if eager to continue the carnage that had just transpired. The fallen captain roared once more before retreating. Rosarian turned away then disappeared in another flash of violet light.
Both ghosts hovered protectively over Vivian as Rosarian appeared in the room. He stopped a few feet before her. She half fell half jumped into his arms.
"I'm sorry you had to see that."
As he held her up she began to look him over. "Are you hurt? I saw you get hit so many times." As she looked she found that even though his robes were in tatters and his armor had deep holes and energy burns, there was no wounds on him anywhere.
Rosarian felt weird. It was a strange thing to watch her examine him. It felt very…. Uncomfortable.
"How… I saw you get hit. You… your not hurt at all."
"Ummmm we should go."
Her look told him that the subject wasn't dropped, just on temporary hiatus. She nodded. "Okay. Let's go."
•••••
Upon arriving to the tower Vivian was immediately taken by the Vanguards to begin her initiation. Rosarian was left to file his report on the mission and then spend a few days resting and waiting for his next assignment.
When tested, it was found that Vivian was a Warlock. Ikora was over joyed to welcome another Warlock to the ranks.
The rest of Vivian's day consisted of exploring the tower with the help of her ghost and familiarizing herself with her new home as well as being outfitted with basic warlock armored robes before a meeting with the mysterious Speaker.
She kept an eye out for the elusive Guardian that had found her as she walked around. Once, she thought she saw him across the plaza but when she managed to push her way through the people he was gone. From then on she couldn't get him out of her head.
She was given a small room like all Guardians in which to live. It was nothing special. All white walls, a small bed with simple blankets, a small kitchenette and a small table. The only full size things in the place was the bathroom and the closet. Both together seemed almost as big as the rest of the apartment put together.
It was then that she decided it was high time she named her ghost. Perhaps then it wouldn't feel so silly calling out for him.
"Excuse me, ghost?" She called into the seemingly empty room as she sat on her new bed.
Her ghost materialized beside her. "Yes Vivian? How might I be of assistance."
Vivian patted the area beside her prompting the ghost to come near.
"I don't need any assistance. I just thought it time to give you a name."
The ghost buzzed excitedly and flew a small circle around her before hovering in place beside her, though he continued to vibrate.
"Oh boy I'm so happy. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day. It's every ghost's dream to find their Guardian. Every ghost is born knowing that we have to find our Guardian. We don't know what they look like. Not on the outside, anyway. On the inside, I'd always known who you were. And that together, we could be something more."
Vivian smiled and tried to hold back tears. "Well I'm sorry you had to wait so long. How long were you searching for me? Do you know?"
The ghost's mood dulled a bit. "It… it was a very long time. There were times I thought I might never find you."
Vivian clutched the ghost and pulled it into an awkward hug. "I'm sorry. If it's any consolation I'm here now."
The ghost buzzed and floated out of her arms, his excitement returning in full. "Yes you are. And now I get a name! Oh this is so very exciting."
Vivian couldn't help but giggle. Now the question was what exactly to name her ghost. She couldn't really remember anything prior to waking up in the cosmodrome.
"So for a name I think since you found me in Russia you should have a Russian name. What do you think?"
The ghost buzzed. "Excellent idea. Would you like a few examples of Russian names?"
Vivian nodded. "Yes please."
"A few common popular Russian names are Alexander, Arkady, Boris, Viktor, Yuri, Vladimir, Roman, Yakov, And Grigory. Any of them sound good?"
Vivian nervously chuckled. None of those names seemed to fit the excited little ball of light in front of her. "Not really. Maybe some other names?"
"Some other names then."
Vivian listened as her ghost listed name after name but none of them felt right.
"Well they arent Russian but what about Jace or Eli?"
Vivian's nose scrunched and she shook her head. "None of those feel right either. Wait a second, Eli? That's a nice one. What do you say? Would you like to be Eli?"
The ghost glowed and floated around in circles happily. "Oh happy day! I have a name. Oh this is wonderful."
Vivian felt the joy emanating from her ghost, Eli. She couldn't help but start laughing and jumping up and bouncing on the bed while he flew circles around the room.
They spent the next hour jumping on the bed and running around the apartment sharing in each other's happiness before they both fell asleep with Vivian hugging Eli to her chest, a large smile on her face.
•••••
The next few weeks passed in much the same way. Everyday Vivian would report to Ikora and the other Vanguards then go to Banshee-44, the Tower's resident gunsmith, for weapon training.
She learned alongside other newborn Guardians how to properly handle and fire every style of weapon from the auto rifle to the rocket launcher. Her favorite weapon so far had been the scout rifle as well as the hand cannon that Rosarian had neglected to take back from her. She didn't know much about guns but the light weight and accuracy of the scout rifle at long range as well as the power of the hand cannon at short range seemed like the best things to have in a weapon.
Each day after practice she would explore with Eli. It was exciting to see all the new things but her true purpose in these daily excursions was to try and find the Guardian that had brought her to her new home.
The warlock Silvanus Rosarian.
She still had questions about him that she wanted answers to. The curiosity and mystery surrounding him was driving her up the wall. Much to her frustration, she never managed to catch even a glance of him. Whenever she asked Ikora or any of the other Vanguards she was told not to worry about it or that he was busy.
The day after her final day of training with Banshee-44, Vivian was woken by a quiet knocking on her door. She looked at her clock and saw that it was nearly two in the afternoon.
She had slept most the day away.
She quickly jumped up and opened the door to find the very guardian she had been searching for waiting at her front door, sword in tow. He looked very surprised to see her.
"You! Where have you been!? I've been wanting to see you all month. Did you even think to come say hello or make sure I was okay? Almost an entire month of training with Banshee-44 and not even one visit. I thought you were my friend. Friends don't just go off and disappear." she was now practically shouting in his face as he slowly backed away from her until his back hit the opposite wall of the hallway.
"You still owe me an explanation for that day you know. Were you just trying to get out of it? Did you think I would forget or something?"
At this point Rosarian was practically trying to fuse with the wall he was pressed against. Of all things, he was not prepared for this.
Rosarian tripped over his words trying to apologize. "I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I didn't know."
Vivian smiled and took his hand before dragging him into her apartment. "Sit down. I'm going to get dressed then your going to answer my questions." Vivian said as she pushed him down into a chair.
"Eli!" She called out. Eli materialized beside her. "Yes Vivian?" He answered happily.
She smiled. "Could you get my armor on?"
Eli chirped happily as he made Vivian's armored robes materialize over her body suit.
"So what brings you around?" She asked. "Did you finally get tired of avoiding me?"
Rosarian cleared his throat. "Ikora asked me to come find you and bring you to her. You just said your training is done so I bet she's going to assign you to a team. It isn't likely but it's possible that she will send you on a mission."
Vivian's eyes lit up. "A real mission? No more training with Banshee-44?" She immediately blushed. "Not that Banshee isn't great it's just that…. Well-"
Rosarian stood. "I understand. Banshee is still the same slave driver now that he was back when I was resurrected. Though back then he was only Banshee-7. Come on." He motioned to the door. "We should go. We shouldn't keep Ikora waiting."
Vivian nodded. "Okay fine. My questions can wait a little bit longer. Lead the way."
They walked through the housing complex in relative silence with only Vivian making an occasional comment to which Rosarian would reply in as few words as possible.
Not to be detoured, Vivian decided to change tactics. "Hey you're a warlock right?"
Rosarian nodded but kept his eyes straight ahead.
Vivian stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop. She showed off her Bond of potential. "Turns out I'm a Warlock too. Would you be willing to teach me sometime?"
Rosarian sighed. "Look I'll go along with you calling us…. 'friends' but it's best for you if you don't associate yourself with me anymore than you absolutely have to." He said before stepping past her.
Vivian frowned. She was more determined than ever now but remembering how she basically swallowed her own foot when they first met she decided to lay off a little.
For now anyway.
•••••
They arrived at the main hall and were greeted by a smiling Ikora. "Greetings my new Warlock and hello Rose." She faced him, concern in her eyes. "How are you?"
Rose didn't answer. He only took two steps back and waved toward Vivian. "I've brought her like you asked."
Ikora turned and faced Vivian. "So you have. Vivian, you have made it through your first month of training as a Guardian. It's time to place you on a fire-team."
Vivian glanced at Rosarian. He had been right in his prediction. Rosarian glanced back at her then nodded towards Ikora as if telling her she should pay attention.
"As a young Warlock, I was taken under the wing of an older and far more experienced Warlock. He trained me, showed me how to harness and use my abilities to their fullest and it was his teachings that have shaped me into much of what I am today. I wish to give you a similar experience dear child." She took Vivian's hand and gently pulled her along until they both stood in front of an increasingly incredulous Rosarian. Ikora lifted Rosarian's hand then placed Vivian's into it. Vivian couldn't help but blush.
"The Vanguard has decided that as of today, fire-team Bliss is reformed and you, Rosarian, shall be its leader as well as mentor to the newest member of the team, Warlock-apprentice Vivian."
Vivian was surprised but very happy and a little nervous. So far it seemed like all she did was try to avoid accidentally insulting Rosarian or bringing up something inappropriate so she would have to try very hard to watch what she said.
Rosarian dropped her hand and almost yelled out, "Are you insane Ikora?"
Vivian frowned. Was being her mentor and teammate that unappealing a thought? Ikora only chuckled and shook her head.
"Ikora be reasonable, you want me to be her mentor? She would be much better off with ANYONE but me. I'm no teacher."
"All the more reason. Learn how Rosarian, for your student's sake." Ikora stepped up to Rosarian and held his face in her hands. Rosarian looked into her eyes.
"I see in her what I saw in you, all those years ago. What I still see in you. I know you'll be a wonderful mentor for her. You two shall go far together. I can feel it."
Rosarian still seemed unsure but slowly nodded. He would do his best to live up to Ikora's expectations. He owed her that much.
"You and your new pupil have the rest of the day off. I recommend you treat her to dinner as a reward for passing her initial training. Use the time as a way to get to know each other. Why don't you wait outside Rose. I need to speak to Vivian in private for a moment." Rosarian glanced towards Vivian then turned and silently walked out to the court yard. Once he was gone Ikora spoke.
"Make sure to respect your mentor. He has gone through much in his life. Your job, on top of your normal duties as a Guardian, is to learn from Rosarian and support him until your time as his student is done. Can I trust you to do that?"
Vivian looked up into Ikora's eyes and nodded. "I'll do my best. I promise Miss Ikora."
Ikora smiled gently and patted her head. "I'll hold you to it. Now go find your mentor. Tell him that you and him are to report together first thing tomorrow for your first assignment and to meet the third member of your fire-team."
"Yes Miss Ikora. Thank you!"
Vivian turned and ran out smiling widely to find Rosarian. Ikora watched her go then sighed. "Come out Cayde. You know you can't hide from me."
"I haven't actually tried to yet." The Exo Vanguard said as he appeared beside her. "You sure this is a good idea? You already know Zavala won't like it."
Ikora nodded. "I know but I think it's necessary to keep Rosarian from going mad. The guilt he feels over the loss of his team is eating away at him. While he has been doing better, he hasn't improved all that much. He needs someone to fill the void. I hate using the girl like that but this is the only path I see that can end with everyone happy."
Cayde grunted. "What if she loses him? Or worse, he loses her?" Ikora visibly shivered. Such a thing was a very likely possibility and the result of such a thing would be anything but good. Ikora had no answer for her hunter teammate so she remained silent and looked out the window into the setting sun.
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