You started seeing Savathûn. Yeah, I know—crazy, right? Impossible? Absolutely. But you have this annoying habit of pulling off the impossible so often that even Zavala’s run out of words.

When everyone else saw a monster, you saw... potential. A risky investment. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in the shape of a Hive god with enough baggage to crash the Traveler. And so—you took the shot.

Now, here you are again, heading back to her Throne World. Yes, again—despite the fact that your last “chat” nearly left you in pieces. You wander through the eerie quiet, wondering if she’ll show. And then, you hear it—her voice, smooth and unmistakably amused.

Savathûn: “You are one of the most relentless Guardians I have ever met. Most of your kind come here to kill me. But you... I’m speechless.”

It’s strange. Flattering, even. That someone would look past the lies, the scars, the centuries of manipulation... and still see something worth pursuing. Especially someone like you. A Guardian. Which just makes it all the more absurd—and all the more dangerous.