[Eris Morn] I do not blame you, Shaxx. I never blamed you.
[Lord Shaxx] I ought to have done more.
[Eris Morn] No. Less, maybe. Perhaps if we had done less. Hated less…desired less.
[Lord Shaxx] How many dead? Thousands. I should have made Zavala listen.
[Eris Morn] Enough. It was our choice to follow her. My choice. Wei’s fall consumed her - just as her death consumed me. There is always a cycle. Wei Ning, dead upon Crota’s blade - that was what broke Eriana, you know; just as her death broke me. And Crota himself - shattered upon his own sword.
[Lord Shaxx] All light casts a shadow.
[Eris Morn] Nothing has ever lived that cannot die.
[Lord Shaxx] That is…the sword logic?
[Eris Morn] It is truth.
[Lord Shaxx] Toland’s truth.
[Eris Morn] His? No. The Universe’s.
[Eris Morn] They are a nice metaphor, you know. Your swords.
[Lord Shaxx] Are they?
[Eris Morn] Mm. Re-forged in Light, as are we all. And born of something Dark. Given new purpose.
[Lord Shaxx] I want nothing of Toland’s truth.
[Eris Morn] Want has very little to do with it.
[Lord Shaxx] I shall will it, then: we will be the species to prove the adage wrong. The Collapse did not extinguish us; nor will the Hive; nor the Vex, nor the crawling Dark itself. We have been tempered, strengthened. We are the blades, Eris. We shall inscribe our will upon reality in all its facets. We shall become the very definition of Light, and nothing will dull our brilliance.
[Eris Morn] Ah, my friend. Now you’re starting to understand.
[Cayde-6] Ok, slightly more of them than I expected. Ow. Guess I’m a little rusty.
[Eris Morn] You are a fool. And now they have pushed us deeper. We must flee before -
[Cayde-6] What the hell is that?
[Eris Morn] An Ogre! Taken Ogre!
[Cayde-6] No good. Not even a dent.
[Cayde-6] Shit. More wizards.
[Eris Morn] No - not an Ogre. Worse, even. Light will not be enough. We should - we should never have come here.
[Cayde-6] I know. And I’m sorry - you were right. But it looks like the only way out is through. You can get past them, can’t you? Find the Transmat. Tell Ikora. Better to end this now, before they can move. Before they can raise another.
[Eris Morn] Do not engage it! I have no Ghost! I have no-
[Golden Gun activation]
[Eris Morn] Cayde! No! Get out of there!
[Eris Morn] Cayde!
[Eris Morn] Damn you. Damn you. You will not leave me here! I will not lose another!
[Eris Morn] So be it. Ikora, should you receive my message, know this: we have destroyed the Coven - a new Prince will not rise. And if I die here, well - I have cheated death long enough.
[Eris Morn] Why must you insist upon seeking me out?
[Cayde-6] Just tryin’ to make things right between us. Way I see it, I owe you my life.
[Eris Morn] Leave me be. You swore you would never speak of -
[Cayde-6] Yeah, to anyone else.
[Eris Morn] You think that I want to remember? You have no idea how long I tried to escape the nightmare that I have become. How long it took me to make peace with what I had to do to live. Every time I face it anew, it is like peeling back a scab. Like re-opening a scar.
[Cayde-6] Can’t pretend to understand how it feels, Eris. Can’t pretend to know what you’ve been through.
[Eris Morn] Then-
[Cayde-6] Thing is, we’ve got an issue to settle. You told me you weren’t worth saving. But that ain’t for you to decide.
[Eris Morn] I will endure for as long as possible,Cayde. But someday…someday…
[Cayde-6]Someday’ll come when it will. When it does, we’ll face it together, same way we always do. We’re Pack, you’n me. And the Pack looks after its own.
[Cayde-6] Anyway, ‘til then, I still need a creepy sidekick.
[Eris Morn] You are a menace.
[Cayde-6] So they tell me. Oh, two more things: first, if you need a set of ears, I’m here to listen. Second…
[Cayde-6] Second is that I think you’re wrong.
[Eris Morn] Wrong?
[Cayde-6] You told me you were closer to the Darkness than most. But the truth is - truth is…Damn.
“Nesta,” I choked as I
struggled to open my eyelids—to stretch my battered wings. I sucked in a sharp
breath, her screams echoing through the hallway.
I winced from the searing
pain that enveloped my entire body. Sweat dripped down my furrowed brows,
stinging my eyes—my body was drenched. I stood up too quickly, the room spun
briefly before I had my balance under control.
The pads of my bare feet slammed
into the cold floor as I rushed to the door. “Shit,” I muttered, collapsing to my
knees. Wood and bones, snapping against one another.
Again, I rose too swiftly,
lifting a calloused hand to the doorknob. Bile ascended in my esophagus. I was
going to vomit from the unbearable throbs of agony. But she needs me, I can
Twisting the knob, I flung
the door open. Of course, I was at the far end of the hallway. What once was a
short walk looked like the entire length of Prythian.