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Knight and Day

Feels like forever since I last updated this even though it only has been a week. That just tells you how time have been slow for me lol.

Anyways, thanks to Wolfy Loveland, saadian, and Mantic64 for the reviews!

Wolf Loveland - Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to read the first book before reading this one, especially since it's 50 chapters plus lol. And I always update on Fridays, morning or night time, counting on my schedule. And you'll see more of the newborn the next couple of chapters. The Wizard will make a reappearance, but (hint) not for a long while lol.

saadian - Thank you! Really appreciate it ^_^

Mantic64 - Oooh, nice theory. Could write your own story with that. Sadly though, it's just a simple corruption for Ianos. Nothing more, nothing less.

Akiva had known Ianos for years but he hardly ever sees the Awoken's vulnerable side, back even when the news of Aleeza and Carina's death had spread. True, he had seen him lash out at any situation that he feels uncomfortable with or when he feels pressured, but not once had he 'ever' seen him shed tears. At least, not until now.

The Wizard's fog had made it near impossible for either him or Angel to move, their vision blinded, and rasping for air that the darkness had denied them. As such, when it cleared and he heard Ianos' soft cries, he didn't know what to do. He just sat there, eyes wide, his mouth agape as he heard Angel sit upright only to see him pause; Akiva wouldn't be surprised if he was gawking as much as he. Taking a few moments to regain his composure, Akiva finally pushed himself onto his feet and approached Ianos' form, his focus now on the Hunter standing next to him.

The human Titan sighted the familiar white skin of a Devil's Dawn sniper, the glow on the sides signal its recent use as the Guardian held it in his hands. Clad in differing shades of black and gray, Akiva couldn't help but wonder if the Hunter purposed it specifically for patrols on the moon; the shades matched the barren landscape, especially when pressed against the tall stones and it was perfect against the Hive who would wander the surface. They wouldn't be able to spot the Hunter unless he moved suddenly and knowing Hunters, Akiva knew that was never going to happen.

"We thank you for the assist." Akiva watched as the Hunter turned their gaze towards him, spotting the familiar patterns of a Fallen respirator on the Guardian's visor; more than likely a trophy from his kills, "If you hadn't appeared as you did, we would have been taken by the Darkness, sir…?"

"Alex-5." The familiar accent of an Exo rang in Akiva's ears, "Or just Alex." Seeing the Exo Hunter holster his weapon onto his back, Akiva watched as Alex reached down and wrapped an arm around Ianos', helping the Warlock stumble onto his feet; the Awoken Guardian's sobs had long quieted down and it seems the male Guardian had regained his composure from the way he gave Alex a nod of thanks before carefully unlocking his arm from his and dusting the front of his coat. Although the human Titan took note of Ianos' shaking shoulders.

Opting to remain silent of his observation, Akiva focused his attention onto the nearby rocks, his eyes falling upon the prone form of the newborn. Letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of the Exo Warlock's Ghost still hovering next to his shoulders, the human Titan took it as a cue to walk over, kneel down, and scoop the unconscious Exo in his arms. No sooner had he done this when the Ghost suddenly dispersed into light, startling Akiva until he slowly realized what had just occurred; the small drone had transferred themselves into the armor of their Guardian. As such, the human Titan stood up and turned around to see Angel approach the Hunter and Warlock pair, signaling for him to do the same, shifting the newborn in his arms to ensure he was secure in his grip.

"I was taking shots at the House of Exile nearby when I saw all of you crawl out of that hole." The Exo Hunter nodded his head towards the entrance of the Catacombs when Akiva joined the group, "I didn't really think much of it, not until I saw that Hive Wizard start dragging you towards it."

Seeing the Exo Hunter focus on Ianos, Akiva followed his gaze just in time to see the Warlock flinch, letting the silence fill in for his response.

"Well," The human Titan heard Alex let out a click; a sign that he wasn't too surprised at the Warlock's response, "You were lucky I was nearby. I don't want to think about what the Hive does to their prisoners, especially down 'there'."

"Nothing good." It was Ianos who spoke, the human Titan turning his attention towards the Warlock, hearing his voice slightly waver as he added, "But we thank you for the assistance, Alex. Things would have been a lot worse if you hadn't been around."

The Exo Hunter let out a chuckle as he crossed his arms, "You're welcome. Just be more careful, alright? The three – well, four of you might not be so lucky next time." Seeing Alex then reach out and pat Ianos on the shoulder, Akiva watched as the Exo Guardian then removed another weapon from his back – a Hakke from its design – before hearing him say, "Now if you do not mind, I have plenty of Fallen to kill. That Ether isn't going to collect itself you know?"

Seeing Angel flinch at the corner of his vision, Akiva couldn't help but let out a sheepish smile behind his visor as Alex held out his palm, summoning his Ghost, the red crimson shelled AI materializing the familiar form of a Sparrow before the Hunter leaped on and sped away. Watching the dust settle as the Exo Guardian disappeared into the barren landscape, Akiva let out a sigh before he focused his attention onto Ianos.

The trembling had stopped but the human Titan can see how tense the Warlock's shoulders were and the way his fingers keep edging towards his sidearm, as if expecting a threat, "You alright, kid?"

Seeing Ianos snap his attention towards him, concern couldn't help but linger in the back of Akiva's mind, watching as the Awoken Warlock glanced back and forth between himself and the young Hunter.

"Let's head back." He heard Ianos mutter, "Our mission is done."

"But –"

"I said, 'let's go'." The pause from Angel was understandable, as Akiva couldn't help but reel back at the threatening tone rumbling in the back of the Awoken Guardian's throat. Hearing Ianos let out a huff before holding out Ace to be transmatted back into their ship, Akiva turned his gaze towards Angel, seeing the young Hunter do the same. Although the latter's visor was darkened, he can easily read the questioning look in Angel's gaze: What happened?

He did hear Alex say that the Wizard had tried to drag Ianos back into the Catacombs, and with Ianos' history, it wasn't so hard to understand why the Warlock seemed a bit shaken; he almost had become a prisoner of the Hive once more. Flinching at the thought of the Awoken Guardian returning to the grasp of the allies of the Darkness, Akiva took a mental note to report the situation to Pluto; if there is anyone who can ease Ianos' nerves, it was the current Clan Leader of Galaxy.

As such, kneeling down so he can hold out his hand to summon Lex, Akiva felt the familiar sensation of transmat as both he and the newborn materialized into his ship.

Xxxxx

Ianos had removed his helmet, letting the wisps of Darkness float around in his vision as he leaned back in his seat, letting Ace pilot the ship as he watched the stars fly past their cockpit; he would control the ship himself but Ianos couldn't stop the shaking in his hands, his grasp too unsteady to keep his jumpship in control. As such, the reason why the black and orange Ghost was hovering just near his seat, sending out beams of light to shift the controls in order to keep the vehicle steady.

Leaning his head back in his seat, Ianos heaved out a sigh as rubbed the palms of his hands into his face, struggling to push down the sense of anxiety building up in his chest. Instead, the image of the Hive Wizard's smiling face flashed in his head, taking joy in his terror as she slowly dragged him towards the entrance. Gritting his jaw at the thought, Ianos tore his hands away from his face and instead, gripped the arms of his seat, digging his fingers in as he squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to focus onto his surroundings. Taking in deeps breaths, the laughter of the Hive faded from his ears and instead, the familiar hum of his ship's engines and Ace's hovering echoed around him, letting the Awoken Warlock to ease the tension in his shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

Snapping his eyes open, Ianos lifted his head and scrunched his features together in bewilderment, "Sorry? Sorry for what?" The Warlock pushed himself up in his seat, "What are you apologizing for?"

"For doing nothing."

It took the Awoken Warlock only a moment to understand his Ghost's words: The Wizard.

He had heard his Ghost stutter in his helmet, hearing the repeated clicks and words of panic settling into the back of his mind when he had called out to them. Although he had called Ace for help, anger or disappointment not once had crossed his mind; honestly, he had called out the Ghost's name in a desperate plea, Ianos hadn't really thought Ace was going to do anything. A small drone of light against a high ranking being of the Darkness? The odds were against the black and orange Ghost from the very beginning if they had responded to Ianos' call. Guess that didn't matter to Ace.

"You have nothing to apologize for." Ianos watched as Ace snapped their gaze towards him, "What do you expect? Ram yourself into the Wizard's shields hoping to break through?"

"Better than doing nothing and panicking." The Awoken Warlock sighed at his Ghost's words, "Ace, do not ponder on it. Alex came and saved us before things could get any worse."

"But what would have happened if he hadn't been there?" Ianos paused, "What would have happened then? You would have been dragged down into the Catacombs to who knows where and they would have kept you prisoner for who knows how long. And since you were an 'escapee', who knows what kind of measures they would take to ensure you don't get away again."

Staying silent at the black and orange Ghost's words, Ianos couldn't help but fixate his gaze to the windows of his ship as he let his mind wander. It never occurred to the Awoken Warlock what would have happened if Alex-5 hadn't been there; at the time, he was just relieved that the Wizard failed in her attempts to reclaim their 'prisoner'.

"In all my years with you Ianos, I had never heard you beg like that." Ianos fixed his attention back onto Ace, "even back during the Dark Ages, back when it was not uncommon for you to literately escape from Warlord's grasp with the skin of your teeth. When I heard you call my name, I just, I just…"

Hearing his Ghost's voice fade, the Warlock waited, sitting in his seat patiently as Ace finally finished, "There are times when I wish I can be much more than an 'assistant'. There are times when I want to be your 'defender', to be 'your' guardian."

Taking in the silence of his Ghost's words as sign that they were done speaking, Ianos hesitated, unsure of what to say. It had never cross his mind that was how Ace felt but he understands; back when he was a newborn, when his Ghost explains their status as a fragment of the Traveler, he had expected them to be able to do more, such as not only defend themselves but others as well, perhaps even drive off smaller minions of the darkness. However, not only did Ianos was surprised to see that they were unable to do any of those things, but that they are also fragile, a simple bullet to their core enough to kill them and in retrospect, kill the Guardian as well. He can only imagine the frustration of being unable to help when your main function is just to be on the sidelines.

As such, instead of speaking, Ianos held out a hand, immediately catching the black and orange Ghost's attention. Seeing the Ghost twirl their back fins in bewilderment, Ianos motioned with his palm for them to settle in, signaling to Ace to turn and set the ship to auto-pilot before gliding over. Feeling the familiar shell of his Ghost snuggling in his palm, Ianos carefully cupped Ace in his hands before bringing him close to his chest, leaning back in his seat as the two watched the stars past their cockpit, taking in the silence.

Xxxxx

Pluto couldn't help but let a twinge of amusement form in the back of his mind as he watched Hush laugh around the steps of the Hangar, running around with the familiar form of Ora on her shoulders, the toddler letting out squeals of excitement as the newborn Titan ran. Apparently, her fear of humans only applies to the adults, not the children themselves.

Hefting the sleeping forms of Amara and Nahala in his arms, Pluto shifted himself into a more comfortable position on stacked crates, ignoring the preaching of Arach Jalaal in the background. Once again, he had been given the duty to watch the children, Neve and her team having been assigned to go on a strike to take down a SIVA Priest but this time, Pluto has help.

The forms of the younger members of Clan Galaxy can be seen chasing after Hush, the latter of which would squeal, skid to a stop, and then turn, avoiding the 'chaser'. Although the child Guardian seems to be easily dodging the group of Exo, in truth, the group were easily letting her slip through their fingers; in an earlier game, Nova reached out and snagged the younger Titan by the arm, only for a loud 'crack' to echo throughout the Hangar followed by Hush's cries. Thanks to her brittle frame, the male Titan had unintentionally broken the child Guardian's arm. Although Crystalline quickly fixed the break and Hush was back to her bubbly self, the rest of the Clan witnessed the entire ordeal and as such, were fearful that they too would harm the younger Guardian, more so now that she was carrying a toddler on her shoulders. As such, they were performing feints, making it seem like as though they would jump in her way only to intentionally lean to one side when the girl made an attempt to dodge.

Normally, Pluto would let this activity take part in the Plaza, where other Guardians would witness the spectacle and join in on the game. However, with Hush's brittle form and reputation, the Exo Hunter didn't want to take a risk of 'strangers' harming the young girl and as such, the privacy of the Hangar. Plus, he had just received a message from Akiva: they had accomplished their mission and are on their way back with the rescued Guardian in tow. However, he had also been informed of the team's encounter with a Wizard; apparently the experience had shaken Ianos to the point he wept. According to Akiva anyway. As such the reason why Pluto held the game here, to wait until the arrival of Fireteam Redacted.

"Daddy!"

It was Ora's voice, the toddler clapping his hands together before reaching out towards the end of the Hangar. Following the direction of what the young Guardian was pointing at, Pluto abruptly stood up when he spotted the familiar glint of Akiva's and the others ships; they were here.

Ignoring the small whimpers of protests in his arms as he hurried towards the edge of the platform, Pluto came to a pause when Hush beat him there, watching the young Titan leap up and down as Ora laughed on her shoulders; it seems the toddler wasn't the only one excited to greet Fireteam Redacted's return.

As if anticipating the excitement of the children, the familiar form of Akiva, Angel, and Ianos materialized into the air before all three landed onto their feet and immediately, Pluto can understand Akiva's concern. The Awoken Warlock's shoulders were tense, squared out as if on guard, and Pluto can easily see Ace's form in Ianos' hands; a sign of his anxiety.

The Exo Hunter almost reached out to Met, to take the sleeping form of Nahala and Amara from his arms when he saw Hush rush forward to meet the Warlock, her glowing eyes beaming as she crouched down to let toddler Ora slide from her back before leaping forward and wrapping her arms around the older Guardian's waist. Having known Ianos for years, Pluto would have thought that the Awoken Warlock would have flinched from the touch, tearing himself away from her arms in response to her embrace. However, to his surprise, he instead found that the Veteran Guardian's shoulders relaxed, releasing his hold on his Ghost to let them fly out of his grasp before reaching out with one hand and ruffling the younger Guardian's hair, earning a giggle in response. Then without another sound, Hush turned around, scooped Ora back into her arms and ran past the younger Clan Galaxy members, initiating resumption of their game. Hearing the others scramble about in response, this enabled Pluto to take steps back, cradling Nahala and Amara in his hands; whatever affect Hush has on Ianos, it had taken away any form of anxiety that the Warlock had. As such, this enabled Pluto to focus his attention onto Akiva, the latter of which he had seen carrying a form in his arms; the newborn.

It wasn't hard to tell from the torn remnants of his robes that he had went through a traumatic ordeal and the white of his of armor almost completely gray shown that he had been in the Hive's grasp for a while. He wouldn't be surprised when the newborn awakens, their experience with the allies of the Darkness would have a significant impact later in his life.

Shifting the still sleeping forms of the twins in his arms, Pluto approached the group of three, coming to a pause as the Guardians spotted him and they too closed the distance.

"Want to trade?" It was Akiva who spoke, the Titan jokingly holding out the still form of the newborn he held in his hands before nodding his head towards Nahala and Amara.

Letting a smile form onto his metallic features, Pluto held out the twin girls to Angel, the latter of which tilted his head bewilderedly before holding out his hands so the Exo Hunter can slide Nahala and Amara into his arms. Then he held out his hands towards Akiva, signaling to the human Titan to slide the newborn into his grasp. No sooner had the human Guardian handed over the still form of the newborn Guardian when Pluto paused, his red optics glancing down and narrowing.

The Exo Hunter knows that many Exo were 'created' differently, that each individual's body type and structure is dependent on what task they were given in their previous life. For Pluto, his body was made with denser plating to take harder hits but his joints were left exposed to give him the proper agility and movement as a security defense. The newborn he held in his hands though, he was confused, bewildered; the Exo was light however, his plating hardly had any scratches, hardly any dents; a feat considering his time down in the Catacombs. According to Ianos, the Hive aren't very considerate on how they transport their prisoners from place to place. So it didn't make much sense to Pluto that a newborn that had been in the Hive's grasp for weeks seemed unscathed, with the exception of the dirt and grime matting his robes and plates. With his architype, he would have given the duty of a curator, storing information and destroy important data if need be; he would have not been fit for battle. As such, his plates should have been dented, torn, exposed, not simply dirtied and hardly scratched.

Cries snapped Pluto's attention towards the members of Fireteam Redacted, only for the Exo Hunter to let out a snicker as the twin girls' cries quieted once they saw the familiar face of their father, the latter of which scrunched his face together, making Nahala and Amara laugh and coo in response; it seems Angel had handed the girls over when the Exo Hunter hadn't been looking.

Turning his attention back towards the newborn in his arms, Pluto then came to a pause as his red optics glanced over numbers and letters marked on the Exo Warlock's head. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to squeeze past the accumulated dust, Pluto managed to read out 'EXO/PHX Unit XI – 9' and immediately, a tinge of familiarity flared in the back of his mind.

He had seen this model before but where?

Letting the fogginess of his memory swirl in the back of his mind, a clue slowly made its way to the surface:

Pods marked with 'EXO/PHX Unit V – 1' carted past him, his curious optics eyeing the other nine pods that followed the first.

"A Phoenix model?" The Exo stood at attention when he heard one of the humans speak; he didn't want to get caught eyeing the new 'cargo', "What are these doing here?"

"Defective." He flinched at the status, "It's been said that this Unit attacked their handlers and tried to overtake the base. Luckily they implemented a failsafe into the bots in case such a thing happens."

"So what do they want us to do with the defects?"

"Disassemble them. Reuse their parts to make new machines."

"So they're going to make more Phoenix models? I thought they take a lot of resources to make."

"They are. Which is why these ones are going to be used to make cheaper models." He heard a snort emit from one of humans, "The Phoenix models are going to be outdated soon anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"They were made specifically for war. To fight. To be our 'shields' against the enemy. But thanks to our advancements, war is going to be a thing of the past. There will be no use for those 'war machines' in a few years. Soon, 'all' of them will be put in the scrap heap."

Letting the echoes of his memories fade, Pluto tighten his grip on the newborn's shoulders, his red optics wide.

A unit survived? He thought to himself, glancing up at the members of Fireteam Redacted, only to return his focus back onto the newborn Exo in his arms when he saw they were preoccupied with their surroundings, but how?

His mind tingling with old memories, Pluto turned to catch the attention of the others only to pause when something flickered in the edges of his vision. Glancing down at the newborn in his arms once more, the Exo Hunter froze when the Warlock's optics flickered before the familiar lights clicked on, the newborn blinking several times before his gaze locked onto his. At this moment, the room around the two had went silent, Pluto sensing all eyes focused on the conscious Exo in his arms.

"Who are you?" The newborn's question broke the silence, Pluto feeling the Exo shift in his arms when he turned to glance around at his surroundings, "Where am I?" The newborn's optics then locked back onto Pluto's, "Who-who…" He paused, optics widening, "Who am I?"

Xxxxx

"A self-memory wipe?"

Pluto nodded once, "It was a defense mechanism back when war was prominent. It was to ensure that enemy soldiers don't get their hands on important data if the Exo were to be captured."

"But why wipe his memory now?" It was Ikora who spoke, "according to what Fireteam Redacted had just relayed to us, the Hive were more interested on feeding than information. What need is there to cleanse his memories?"

"For momentary relief." The Exo Hunter can easily see the look of understanding cross over the Hunter Vanguard's metallic features; the other two, not so much, "For a memory wipe to be accurately placed, the Exo have to shut down to, put it simply, 'reboot'. The time to awaken heavily depends on the Exo themselves, but it does give the newborn some time to give himself respite."

"I see." Pluto heard Zavala let out a hum, his glowing eyes glancing over the Exo Hunter's shoulders; he didn't have to ask to know that his focus was on the three Guardians standing behind him, "Thank you for your insight, Hunter Pluto. Fireteam Redacted will take over from here."

Nodding once to signify his agreement, the Exo Hunter turned and headed towards the Hall, but not before placing a hand onto Ianos' shoulder. Feeling Ianos' gaze shift towards him, Pluto paused just long enough to lock onto the Awoken Warlock's visor.

"If you need to talk, I'm here."

He didn't expect his words to have much of an impact but seeing Ianos nod back, it was enough to reassure the Exo Hunter enough to slide his hand from the Warlock's shoulders and finally exit the room.

Xxxxx

He doesn't understand why he had to wait out in the Hall while the others had to go in and talk to – what did they call them? – the Vanguard, especially since it has to do with him. Doesn't he get a say on what is going to happen to him?

Letting out a sigh, the Exo Warlock huddled in the corner he placed himself in, ensuring to make himself as small as possible. He had grown uncomfortable from the passing stares from fellow Guardians – that's what they had called him, right? – and from civilians – he guess that they're civilians. Why else they aren't wearing any armor? – and as such, he had placed himself in a corner with some crates obscuring him from view.

"What do you think is going to happen?"

The Exo Warlock turned his white optics towards his Ghost, the dusty shell of the small drone twirling once agitatedly before they added, "Do you think they'll let us stay?"

Turning his gaze towards the corner, the newborn just brought his knees up, wrapped his arms around his legs, and buried his face into his knees. He couldn't understand what was going on. Guardians? Protector of the City? Soldier of the Light? Shields against the Darkness? How is he supposed to fight against a threat when he himself can hardly remember his own name?!

Before he can ponder on his situation any further, the Exo Warlock suddenly heard his Ghost suddenly hiss out, "Stay back."

Snapping his gaze away from his knees, the newborn paused when glowing yellow eyes stared back, the newcomer tilting her head curiously as he stared.

"What do you want?" The newborn watched as the newcomer – a child – reeled back from the snarl he emitted from his voice, but the tides turned when the child let out a broad grin and held out her hands.

This one's name is Hush, He paused as he watched her hands continue to move, and this is her Ghost, Crystalline.

The newborn was bewildered, confused. He had never seen such movement before but yet…

"This is how we will communicate." He looked into his handler's eyes, the brown hues beaming as the latter added, "That way, you won't get in trouble for 'voicing' your opinions"

"I apologize," The Exo Warlock glanced up, his white optics locking onto a single yellow optic as the pale Ghost added, "She always tries this with everyone. Hush doesn't want to believe that her 'language' isn't known amongst the inhabitants of the Tower."

Giving the Ghost a bewildered look, the newborn turned his optic back towards the child, Hush, the latter of which gave him an expectant look. A tinge of familiarity buzzed in the back of his mind as the newborn held out his hands and he signed, Hello Hush. It is nice to meet you.

Although nervous of the newcomer, he couldn't help but let out a smile as Hush's eyes widened before she let out a squeal, a broad smile on her features as she signed, Hello. It is nice to meet you too. Do you have a name?

His smile disappeared at her question, I do not.

Hush's smile also dispersed from his answer, Not good, not good.

He heard her let out a hum, her yellow hues turning towards Ghost, Do they have a name?

The Exo Warlock shook his head, gaining a pout from the child, Not good. Not good.

Smiling sheepishly as she continued to glance back and forth between the two, he paused when her yellow hues beamed once more, Can this one give you two a name?

Raising a metallic brow at her question, the newborn turned his white optics to his Ghost, the latter of which shifted their parts up and down; a Ghost equivalent of a shrug, "I don't understand what she's saying. It's up to you at this point."

Turning his attention back to the child, the Exo Warlock couldn't help but hesitate, especially from the way the child's eyes seems to glimmer, expecting an answer. What kind of name is she going to give him 'and' his Ghost, especially at her age? But the way she looked at him hopefully, the newborn Warlock nodded once, earning another giggle of glee from the child.

Then she pointed at his Ghost, Sunny Day. He blinked, For bringing a ray of hope to our home. She then pointed at him, And Shining Knight. The Exo Warlock couldn't help but sputter at the name, For you shine brightly as the sun and for being a Knight of the Traveler.

"Shining Knight 'and' Sunny Day?" He heard his Ghost choke at the name, "This isn't a fairy tale that we live in."

Day and Knight for short then?

The Exo Warlock sighed at the pun, but nonetheless nodded. Unintentional or not, he didn't want to say 'no', at least, not to the child in front of him. He was unsure why but every time Hush gave him a smile, a feeling of warmth would build up in his chest and he would find himself smiling. As such, when he confirmed the two names, the squeal of glee that echoed from the child caused him to chuckle, only to pause as she suddenly squeezed herself in and nestled into his side.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

Instead of an immediate answer, he earned a beaming grin instead before Hush wrapped both of her arms around his and snuggled her head onto his shoulder. Then she raised one hand and signed, Be Hush's friend?

In honesty, the Exo Warlock was taken aback by her question, his white optics wide as he blinked.

No? Hush must have taken his silence as an answer, he can tell from the way her shoulders sagged in disappointment and the light in her eyes seem to dim from the lack of a response.

"No. I mean. Yes. I mean…" He heaved out a sigh, easily sensing the bewildered stares he received from the two Ghosts, "I mean, yes, I will be your friend.

Instantly, the light in her eyes returned and the small squeal in her voice was enough to tell the Exo Warlock that she was pleased with his response. As such, he watched her unwrap her arms from his and then hold out a hand while signing with the other, Hello, this one's name is Hush. Nice to meet you.

Chuckling at the 'reintroduction', the newborn reached out and gently grasped her hand in his and then signed back, Hello Hush. I am Shining Knight. Knight for short. It is nice to meet you too.

Alex-5 belongs to God1643

God1643 - Hope he was up to your expectations and I apologize for the long wait.

Kill me for the names. it's cheesy but I love it lol. I wanted a certain innocence to the name, especially considering Hush was the person who was going to name the two. And my immediate thought was Shining Knight and Sunny Day, Knight and Day respectively. When I was peer reviewing this, I couldn't keep a straight face; admittingly I laughed a couple of times.

Anyways, enjoy lol