Last spark from the ashes

"Oh! There you guys are!" Palmer comes to Blaze, a grin on his face. "I was real worried about you two when I heard what happened." He hangs his head slightly. "Sorry nobody was there to stop them from taking you, Ghost. It was nuts out there. You two did an excellent job. It was an honor. To tell you the truth, I almost left the Nexus after everything went down, but you two know what's waiting for me back home. The House of Winter are bad, yeah, but if I face the Thing I'll die."

Palmer considers letting Blaze know that her spot on his team is still open, but he decides against it. She's got bigger problems now. He mutters a four-letter word under his breath, directed at the Baroness. Pelsor might have screwed up his one chance at getting back to Outpost 31 safely, and he's not happy about that.

"I'm guessing Pelsor still hates us, even after we accepted her truce and gave her the home she wanted so badly. We were pretty generous, all things considered, after everything her House did to us. A 'thank you' would've been nice." The mechanic snorts in contempt. "That's gratitude for you. At least they're keeping their word." While they got what they wanted, the Fallen, if inadvertently, had kept Palmer away from his goal. The irony isn't lost on him. "As someone who was chased outta my home, I almost feel kinda bad for the Fallen after what Loki said about 'em. If they hadn't killed people and made a mess outta the Nexus." Palmer has the sense Pelsor would bite off any hand offered to her, however friendly. "Get the feeling they wouldn't return the favor, though." He cracks a bitter smile.

After a moment, Palmer turns thoughtful. "Loki seemed to think you could tell us why the Fallen hate everybody, Blaze. They think you took something from them. Light. You don't strike me as a thief. Maybe there's some kinda misunderstanding. They don't really give off a vibe of being great listeners."