Cayde laid his hand on the casket, draped with the banner of the Republic, and sighed.
"Well, hope you're happy cap. You threw away what little time you have left just to save some jackass who'll probably end up throwing his life away anyways."
15 good men died in the depths of that light-forsaken prison. And for what? His life wasn't worth any more than theirs's. Fucking expendable his shiny metal ass.
"Guardian left to link up with Petra at the Shore this morning. 501st ain't far behind. Speaking of, your general is pretty fucking terrifying. Bumped into him yesterday. I saw the look in his eyes. Hatred, anger, despair, grief. It was all there. Don't know if it was directed at me. Don't blame him though."
Cayde remained silent for a bit after, trying to compose himself.
It was bad enough he got Sundance killed. Now he had Rex and his men to file away under the long line of regrets he accumulated throughout all his years.
"Going to the Reef. Can't sit this one out. Gonna take out Uldren or die trying. I owe it to Sundance, and to you guys."
He then pulled out a flask, and raised it.
"Cheers to you guys. Rest easy troopers. We'll take it from here."