Last spark from the ashes

“Absolutely. That’s why she’s on clean-up detail.”

“Uh-huh.” Blaze doesn't need special powers to know better.

As soon as Verity agrees, Cayde nods to his Ghost, who floats in between them. “All right, brace your eardrums. Take it away, Ghost.”

His partner abruptly changes configuration; the pieces of its shell split apart as the light within expands, forming a glowing blue orb around which the shell plates spin. The audio it emits is harsh and definitely non-human: growling, guttural speech conversing with a higher-pitched voice that chitters and snarls in answer.

Blaze stirs immediately, but Cayde lifts a finger and shushes her, optics flicking back to Verity as the clip ends. “First clip.” He lifts another finger. “Second.”

The next is similar speech, both deep voices – but this time one of them is lying.