Last spark from the ashes

Blaze pulls her into an arm clasp, the Titan's grip warm and solid as steel. Unshakable. Beside her, Ghost is silent, giving a little spin before he looks between his Guardian and Natasha.

"We can't speak for Nike. But I think she'll understand. I do, too. I trust that you did the right thing to keep everyone safe."

Everyone except for him, and his Guardian. It would be a lie to say Ghost doesn't have mixed feelings about it, or that he can put those aside as easily as he knows he should. He doesn't have a lot of practice processing such complicated emotions. Blaze, however, appears to consider the matter settled.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still angry," she adds, letting Natasha go. "I'm mad at Reynard for what he put us all through. At the Fallen for taking Ghost. I'm mad that I owe my life to those ether-sucking assholes getting their way, even if that was just to sweeten the deal."