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Chapter 9: Echoes of Time

Weiss settled back inside her ship, the quiet hum of the cabin a stark contrast to the vast silence of space outside. She peeled off her helmet, strands of white hair falling loosely around her face. Her breath came in slow, steadying waves as the adrenaline of the repair finally ebbed away.

Nix hovered beside her, his eye glowing with gentle light.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

Weiss nodded, her gaze distant. "Yeah. Just… trying to process everything."

She took a deep breath, turning her attention to Nix. Her eyes held a question that had been gnawing at the edges of her thoughts.

"Nix," she said quietly, "how long have you been searching for me?"

Nix's light dimmed slightly, as if recalling memories long buried. "A long time," he admitted. "Years, maybe longer. Time… doesn't work the same way for me. But I never gave up. I always knew I'd find you."

Weiss swallowed hard, her eyes glistening. "All that time, you never stopped looking?"

"Never," Nix said firmly. "You're my Guardian. My Light. I couldn't give up, no matter how long it took."

A wave of emotions surged through Weiss—gratitude, relief, and a profound sense of connection. She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing gently against Nix's shell.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For never giving up on me."

Nix's light pulsed warmly. "We're in this together, Weiss. Always."

She paused, her thoughts turning to the strange memories that lingered at the edges of her mind—fragments of another life, one that felt both familiar and foreign.

"Nix," she asked, "have there ever been other Guardians who remembered their past lives?"

Nix's eye flickered thoughtfully. "There were rumors," he said slowly. "Stories from the early days of the City. Some say one of the early Vanguard councils had Guardians who could remember their past lives. It was back in the early City Age, when everything was still uncertain."

Weiss's brow furrowed. "So it's possible?"

"Possible, but rare," Nix replied. "Most Guardians leave their old lives behind completely. But sometimes, fragments slip through. Memories, feelings… echoes of who they used to be."

Weiss leaned back in her seat, her gaze fixed on the distant stars beyond the viewport. "I remember," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Not just fragments—I remember most of my past life."

Nix's eye widened in surprise. "You do?"

She nodded, her expression distant. "It's like a story I know by heart. My family, my friends, the battles I fought… the choices I made. It's all there, like a shadow that never leaves me."

Nix's light pulsed gently. "That's… incredible, Weiss. I've never heard of a Guardian who remembers that much."

Weiss's voice grew steadier. "Sometimes it feels like a curse. But maybe it's not. Maybe it's something I need to embrace—to help me understand who I am now."

Nix's light shimmered with reassurance. "Whatever you were before, you're still Weiss now. And I'll be here with you, no matter what."

A small smile tugged at Weiss's lips. "Yeah. You're right."

Meanwhile, in Adam's ship, Blake and Yang fidgeted in their seats, their environmental suits creaking with every movement.

"Ugh, this thing is so stiff," Yang groaned, trying to shift her shoulders. "How did we end up stuck in these suits?"

Blake let out a frustrated sigh, tugging at the collar of her helmet. "Adam said the cabin seals were bad, remember? We'd suffocate in space without these."

"Wait," Blake said, eyes widening, "this ship is centuries old?"

Yang's jaw dropped. "Adam, how old are you?"

Adam chuckled. "I'm not sure. I was risen in the Dark Age. Things were… different back then."

Blake tilted her head. "Did you have a fireteam?"

Adam's voice softened. "Yeah, I did. We were close."

Yang frowned. "What happened to them?"

Adam paused, his voice quiet. "We drifted apart during the early days of the Last City. There was so much uncertainty, and we each found different paths. Now, it's just me and Blush."

Blush's light pulsed softly. "We've been wandering the system ever since."

Blake's eyes softened. "That… sounds lonely."

Adam exhaled slowly. "It's not so bad, exploring old ruins, collecting Golden Age Artifacts, bartering with the odd trader. Keeps me plenty occupied"

Suddenly, the console crackled with static, and a faint voice came through.

"This is a Guardian distress signal… any available fireteams, please respond…"

Adam's expression hardened. "We've got a distress call. Looks like we're making a detour."

Blake nodded and subtly motioned to the button on her suit, indicating for Yang to switch frequencies without Adam hearing.

Yang raised an eyebrow but complied, adjusting the comm settings.

Blake glanced at Adam, her voice low. "He seems different."

Yang's eyes narrowed, skepticism etched into her features. "I'll believe it when I see it."

She sighed and leaned closer to Blake, her voice a whisper. "Look, I know he's acting calmer, and maybe he's really trying to change. But after everything he's done… it's not that easy to forget."

Blake nodded, her expression conflicted. "I get it. Trusting him doesn't come easy for me either. But he's helping us now, and I want to believe he's different."

Yang's fingers tightened around the edge of her seat. "I'm not saying I'll never trust him. But I've seen how dangerous he can be. I'm just keeping my guard up until he proves he's not the same person."

Blake gave a small, understanding nod. "Fair enough. Let's just be ready for whatever happens next."

Yang's eyes softened slightly. "Yeah. And whatever happens, we've got each other's backs."

Blake smiled faintly. "Always."