Last spark from the ashes

Blaze isn't judging. She knows it's a lot to take in. She's been there, and not so long ago. "It's a kind of armband. Doesn't do anything, exactly. It's a symbol. Like Hunters have cloaks, and Titans like me have marks." She slaps the embroidered and battle-stained cloth at her hip.

They're turning right along the side of the plaza, toward an entrance marked by green banners. Blaze sounds thoughtful as she considers Verity's second question. "You know, I'm not sure how you know. It's just an instinct, I guess. Although, Ghost, you put together that light plate and a mark for me the day you raised me. So I guess Ghosts know from the start. Something in how our Light responds, maybe."