The last time they had to bury a Guardian it had been Cayde-6. Maria wasn't as popular, but people still came by to say good-bye. Ghost had scanned the body briefly after she laid her down, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he couldn't revive her.

Saint had joined them as soon as Osiris was in good hands. He stroked her head before the sheet came over. "Now…she really is an angel." He said quieter than Ikora had ever heard him speak.

Ikora put a hand on his shoulder.

"How will I tell Osiris?"

"If he wakes up, you mean. There's no telling if he will." Ikora reminded him.

Saint's shoulder's slumped, and then he punched the wall. The wall shook. The lights shook and flickered. "She left my side for a second! How could this happen? She didn't…she didn't deserve to die!"

Ikora closed her eyes against the tears.

"I can…revive her…"

Everything stopped around them, and they looked up at Ghost. "What did you say, little light?" Saint whispered.

"She has Light. I can revive her…but it will come at a high cost for all of us…" he sounded sad, already mourning the girl they all knew. He must've wanted Maria back. They all did. "She won't be the same."

"She won't be our Maria, you mean." Saint sighed.

"Her personality will be shaped by new experiences. She might be harder, meaner, nicer, warmer, or colder. She won't have memories of any of you either…or my time with her, and we must preserve that part of her…I don't like it…but…" He gave a great sigh. "We are shaped by our experiences…that's what she told Crow…and I agree with her on that, if nothing else. I believe that…she would want us to put Maria to rest and be revived with a new life…and new experiences."

Saint nodded. "Then do it, little light. It is your duty. You must do it. A new life…and a new life deserves a new name. She won't be Maria…but she'll still be our little angel…I know it in my heart."

"And it should be your face she sees first, Saint." Ikora said.

"No," he turned to her, "a new life must see new friends too, Ikora. We will meet again, I know we will, but I must take care of Osiris for now." He put a hand on her shoulder. "It will be your face she sees first, not mine." He looked at Ghost, "Keep her out of trouble, little light, and, please, tell me her new name."

Ikora smiled and nodded and watched as he walked out the door. When the door clicked shut she looked at Ghost and nodded. "Do it."

She watched him scan the body once more, as if to make sure he was right, and then she watched as his panels tore themselves apart around a brilliant light. The light pulsed in every direction, even Ikora could feel it. It was warm, and comforting. It pulsed slowly at first, and then faster, and faster, and the points of each panel circled him faster and faster. Ikora closed her eyes, allowing herself to be warmed by this light, allowing her grief to pass with every pulse. With every pulse she began to let go pieces of Maria and her life at the Tower and muttered a small prayer for each piece she was forced to let go of.

She still remembered how shy Maria was at first. She hardly spoke to anyone but Ikora, and Zavala scared her to no end. The memory brought a smile to Ikora's face. She remembered when Maria screamed at the Guardians throwing themselves over the tower, and how Ghost had berated her. She felt the tear trickle down her cheek. Maria's laugh, and her shining smile, as warm as the sun. Her fight within the Tower that got her bloodied and bruised. She could hear herself berate the girl for borrowing her books without permission. Finally, she opened her eyes.

Maria gasped and sat up, coughing as new air filled her lungs. The sheet came away from her head, folding in her lap. "Welcome back, Guardian." Ghost told her as he reassembled himself.

"What?" She asked weakly. "Who…?"

"I'm a ghost, well, I'm your ghost. I know, everything is going to seem…a little overwhelming."

Maria looked down at herself, and then she looked up at Ikora.

Ikora quickly straightened herself, folding her hands behind her back. "Welcome back, Guardian." Ikora said.

"Back?"

"Yes, you might suffer from a little amnesia, and this is normal."

The girl looked at Ghost. "Who am I then?"

Ghost's back panels whirred around. "Arizona," he decided. "And now you can pick my name."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Ghost's back panels whirred, "I…I've been looking for you for a really long time. It's customary for a Guardian to name their ghost."

"So…you've gone without a name? For how long?"

"Years. Everyone around here just calls me Ghost."

The girl never lost the warmth from her smile. "I can't think of one right now. Can I call you Ghost until I can think of one?"

Ghost nodded, his voice a little hopeful, "I don't see why not."

"I'll allow you two to…introduce yourselves to everyone," it felt so strange to say the words. "But…be ready for my call, Arizona."

She nodded again, and Ikora left the two without another word.