“Thanks, Palmer. Nothing you could have done, though, we weren’t with the convoy. Glad to see you made it back in one piece.” She’ll give him a heavy clap on the shoulder to buck him up. But after that he's going to have to move to keep up with her patrol. Her promise to him is on her mind, and she’s about to ask him about it when he brings up the Fallen and she snorts.
“Gave her a home? Put on some brakes there, Palmer. I don’t think Pelsor’s here just looking for shelter. And last I checked, the Fallen won what they wanted and then told everyone else they were keeping it.” Warlord tactics don’t impress Blaze much. On the other hand, she doesn’t think Pelsor would be impressed by a demand for thanks, either. She’s seen Ghost’s recordings. “Pretty sure they’d say they were generous to us. I don’t know if Pelsor hates the rest of you. I think she just wants to ignore you.”
The Guardians are another matter. It’s safe to assume any given Fallen hates them, and Blaze can understand why even if her response is utter indifference. Comes with being a soldier, doesn’t it? It’s not like they haven’t inflicted plenty of grief on her. She does, however, give Palmer a confused look at his other question.
“Me? I don’t know anything the other Guardians couldn’t tell you.” She shakes her head and lifts her hand. As she closes it into a fist power surges around her armored fingers, crackling out in snapping sparks of Arc energy.
“That’s what you’re talking about. The Light of the Traveller. The power we were chosen to wield on its behalf. That? The Traveller left them long ago, Palmer. Centuries before humans even had spaceflight. Of course we didn’t literally go steal it from them.” As if you could steal it, hah. “The Fallen know that, they’re not dumb. If they’re calling us names they’re just mad that it came to us.”
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“Gave her a home? Put on some brakes there, Palmer. I don’t think Pelsor’s here just looking for shelter. And last I checked, the Fallen won what they wanted and then told everyone else they were keeping it.” Warlord tactics don’t impress Blaze much. On the other hand, she doesn’t think Pelsor would be impressed by a demand for thanks, either. She’s seen Ghost’s recordings. “Pretty sure they’d say they were generous to us. I don’t know if Pelsor hates the rest of you. I think she just wants to ignore you.”
The Guardians are another matter. It’s safe to assume any given Fallen hates them, and Blaze can understand why even if her response is utter indifference. Comes with being a soldier, doesn’t it? It’s not like they haven’t inflicted plenty of grief on her. She does, however, give Palmer a confused look at his other question.
“Me? I don’t know anything the other Guardians couldn’t tell you.” She shakes her head and lifts her hand. As she closes it into a fist power surges around her armored fingers, crackling out in snapping sparks of Arc energy.
“That’s what you’re talking about. The Light of the Traveller. The power we were chosen to wield on its behalf. That? The Traveller left them long ago, Palmer. Centuries before humans even had spaceflight. Of course we didn’t literally go steal it from them.” As if you could steal it, hah. “The Fallen know that, they’re not dumb. If they’re calling us names they’re just mad that it came to us.”