Darkness surrounds my heart. It's tempting me to seek revenge that would spill the end of humanity and the traveller. Instead I channel it against the hive in the moon. Irradiating every and all hive I can find. Venting my rage and turmoil against darkness itself.
Stasis surrounding my body in a all encompassing armour. The solar breeze hitting my bare face. My hands holding sharp stasis blades, darken by the blood of hive's younglings. Alone in my own thoughts of deprecation.
A Guardian approaches me, a letter in his hand with the vanguard's emblem on it. " It's from Zavalla... He needs you at the tower" the guardian's ghost says before I take the letter.
After reading it, I get back to my ship.
Barely able to hide my new stasis armour, I get to Zavalla, my former Ghost reformed from the light. Not for me but to a familiar face. I get flanked from behind by a warm hug. Psion is back...
Void as her main. Stasis weakens in my body, no longer fuelled by that turmoil and hate, instead my heart grows warmer as the heat of solar melts the stasis away. I hug her as my tears turn to steam before trickling down my cheeks. She looks at me with tenderness.
The traveller shines a light at me, from that light a new ghost is formed, bound to me. Zavalla smiles "welcome back Guardian..." he says.