Fragment: Dawning Realization

[rekindledtitan]

The snow is starting to drift down again, painting over the slick-freezing patches of meltwater, the rucks of churned snow and mud. The scattered armor and the still-smoldering corpse. The alien stars above prick weakly past the warm glow of lantern lights drifting up and away. A solitary point of light descends past them, outshining their glow as the little Ghost returns to his Guardian.

A flicker of shimmering blue light illuminates the snow as he sweeps a scan over the body lying there. Cataloging the damage in a snapshot. Recording the details. The price paid.

Minor abrasions: anterior cranium; right scapular plates.

Superficial burns: face, covering upper mandible and mid-face.

Three (3) inter-plating wounds, non-critical, detailed:

- Puncture, left rear abdomen, above existing scar, penetration to depth…
- Puncture, right clavicle above plating, penetration…
- Puncture, upper left throat…

One (1) laceration to anterior throat, fatal, detailed…

Organic contaminant detected: sputum, human-

It takes a moment to see. Another moment to store away in his memory, in the spark of Light at his core. Its twin calls up from the corpse beneath him: he reaches out, kindles it to life again-

Restores.

She sits up in a rush, golden eyes flitting over nothing: he knows once again she’s parsing where and when and who she is. Only a moment. A hand goes to her face, but the warm spatter of contempt is gone: he's already wiped it away. Ghost hovers close, anchored tight by concern as she focuses on him.

“Well,” she says simply, “’least that’s that.”

“...Maybe not.” He tips his shell; her eyes follow his down to a dagger, lying in the snow beside her. It's covered in a pale fluid, catching a shine in the twin glow of their gazes. Blaze pinches the blade between thumb and forefinger as she picks it up. Her brow plates are drawn together.

“She, uh. She really doesn’t listen, does she? I told her this goes no further.” Won’t take the truth for an answer, won’t talk to Steve herself, won’t understand final is final.

“Guess we’ll have to give it back to her.” The blunt matter-of-factness in her tone specifies it’ll be handle-first. They’ve got no further obligation to play along with Amelia’s version of reality.

“Let me store it, Ghost says, and it disappears in a transmat shimmer at her nod. He’ll keep it safe in containment. “Are you… all right?”

“I’m fine, Ghost,” she tells him, of course. “Not the first time I’ve had my throat cut.” She lets out a ‘heh’, adds softly, “Not even the first time it’s been her.”

But this is different, he thinks. The thought aches and grates like rusted wire beneath his shell. Guardians get used to being torn apart, burned, beaten, broken, maimed. But this isn’t the same as fighting a monster for the sake of innocent lives, or a clean fair death in the Crucible, or even the dark dreams she means now. Ghost knows that all violence leaves marks, but all violence isn’t interchangeable.

“You catch much of that?” she asks, looking up at him direct now. Unsure how far away he was hiding.

“No.”

Another nod. Ghost studies her expression: relieved? She pushes to her feet, marches toward the diminished pile of armor nearby. The black parts make a scatter of sharper shadows in the snow. “You didn’t miss much. Steve and Nike?”

“They went back to the Tower a few minutes ago.” He’s known her from the moment of her raising. He’s never heard her say a fight wasn’t worth being there for. “Did you hurt her?”

“Didn’t get a chance. Tossed her around some, set off a steam explosion in proximity- not too close, I guess, I didn’t see any burns. She kinda went to pieces soon as we got up close.”

She unbelts her mark, folds it respectfully before setting it aside. Ghost stares at her back, his points twitching. “…And then she slashed your throat open?”

Blaze shrugs. “Well-“ She lifts the chest-piece, voice muffling a second as she pulls it over her head, “I guess ’having a breakdown’ and ‘violent’ aren’t mutually exclusive.” She stoops, twists round, pulling on greaves, rerebraces, cinching her pauldrons into place. Reassembling the Titan, albeit a little damper.

“Good news is,” she says, hunting down her gauntlets and boots, shaking snow off them, “she wants nothing to do with Steve. Might hassle him anyway, but he can handle himself.” Ghost relaxes a bit. It should be regrettable, another door closing on someone Steve used to care about. Someone who might have been a friend to him again. But after this… Steve has enough dangers to contend with.

There’s no going back to making cocoa and telling stories, a while yet before they have to meet Adia and Caspar. The lights and sounds of the Dawning celebration reflect down the street as they head for Blaze’s preferred bar a block away. It’s quiet, tonight. She steers past the mostly alien clientele to sit at the counter and orders one of the two things on the menu that she’ll drink. Ghost trails along after her.

Her order comes in a thick glass, the liquid inside glowing softly. Ghost doesn’t bother to scan it. Blaze has a few swallows, nurses both the drink and her buzz for a few minutes, deep in her thoughts.

“Are you okay, Ghost?”

His points twitch as he looks up, jolted out of his own ruminations. Where to start? How to give a shape to the things that claw at him? What has he a right to share?

He settles on the guilt. “…We brought Steve to the Tower together. Your decisions were mine, too. If people are angry, we both bear the responsibility, but you’re the one getting hurt.”

“Course I am. I’m your Guardian, remember? That’s what I do.” Her hand closes warm and protective over him, pulling him closer to her chest. “I take the lead, so I take the fire. And there’s no way in the multiverse I’d let you be her next target.” He can feel the warmth rolling gently from her, the fire within burning bright again. The steady whisper of telemetry signals from the sensors in her chestpiece…

“Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about sharing punishment,” Blaze is saying. Sitting on her thoughts has never suited her. Once she’s started talking through them they all come rolling out. “I don’t think that’s what that was, exactly. I mean, that’s what it sounded like. She got hurt and she wanted to knock my head, lay into me for it. Seemed fair to me. Hell, I thought maybe once I’d heard her out she’d even cool off and listen. And you know, I thought… I know what it’s like to be mad at something you can’t do anything about. Sometimes it feels like a fight is the only thing you can win. Even if it’s the wrong one.”

She knocks back the last of her drink, lifts the glass to request another with a frown. “But the way things went out there, none of it sits right. I know it’s Amelia, but that just wasn’t… hey, Ghost, what’s wrong?”

He’s moved away from her, folded in on himself and looking into space. It takes him a minute. “I pulled the audio telemetry from your armor.”

The armor. The armor left sitting ignored and nearby In the darkness as she chased Amelia through her wall of fire. “Oh. Shit. How much did it, uh-?”

“There’s… there’s enough.” The points of his shell are trembling. “The way she talks to you- and…” Blaze leans over him anxiously as he struggles with his words. To process it. To contain himself.

“She talks about Steve as if he’s not even a person.” He can hear his voice shaking. “As if he’s… some thing that belonged to her. She… she doesn’t even care what he would have wanted, or if he wants to find out where he comes from, or what he’s feeling! All… all she talks about is how she’s entitled to know about him. She- she never even asks if he wanted that. And she acts as- as if she’s the only one who- as if we didn’t care about him just as much!”

He shuts his stuttering outburst off, shuddering with a weight of unfamiliar emotion. He’s always the quiet one, the subtle one, the careful word to Blaze’s full-throated challenge. Her eyes don’t leave him as she sits back, lifting a hand for him to bump against for comfort. The barkeeper ventures close enough to set down her order, then beats a hasty slither elsewhere.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Blaze’s voice is rarely so soft. “Amelia wants him hidden away from her, but you’ve been there every single day, watching over him. Keeping it all in, never saying a word. Watching him be someone new.”

“We- we all have,” he points out, quiet with embarrassment. “You, and Thor…”

“Ain’t the same, though. He meant so much to us, but he and you… if you had any more of a connection I’d have been out of a job.” It’s the wrong time to joke, she sees that as soon as he flexes in alarm, and she closes her fingers over him with a low sound of reassurance.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m kidding.” Mostly. “But if I’d gone first, and you survived… he’d have been the right choice, is all I’m trying to say.” There was a time not long ago when she was sure it would end that way, and if not for Steve… She strokes Ghost’s shell with her thumb, feeling his Light flutter against her palm even through the hardened mesh. “I can’t weigh what Amelia’s feeling; I don’t know her that way. But we both know she’s not the only one whose heart got broken.”

“…He was my second friend, ” he whispers finally, lost for the words to encapsulate all of what he’s feeling, the unspoken truth she’s finally called out.

“First one you didn’t dig up yourself,” she agrees- teasing a little, but it matters. The first friend not bound to him by shared destiny. She was still new when they met Steve. Much less sociable. No fireteam to run with, so new to patrolling populated zones or meeting anyone outside the Tower besides a fellow Guardian - or a hostile alien.

The memory crowds in on her readily: Ghost as he was then, a terminally shy presence at her side, focused so intently on his Guardian alone. He’s gotten quieter since the Fallen took him, quieter again since Steve died. But he’s never gone back to that.

“Kaolin, the others… they were kind. They were my friends because they were yours-” all that mattered to an anxious Ghost protective of their new Guardian, “but Steve made friends with me.”

“You made friends with him,” she points out, slugging her drink.

“...He saw me differently. Not just as your Ghost. Of course he didn’t really know what a Ghost was anyway, but…” She nods; he doesn’t need to explain it to her. “...When I found you, I wasn’t alone for the first time in centuries. You were the end of my Nightmare. But Steve… was something else. He was… special.” Utterly inadequate. Steve was something he doesn’t have the words for. Something he never tried to examine and now it’s too late. Now Steve is another man, one who has a Ghost and it’s not right to say anything, it’s not right to want to get close…

“He carried the Light,” Blaze says solemnly. She pulls her hand back and pokes Ghost gently, snapping him out of it. “Hey. Remember the picture? Get it out for a minute, would you?”

It’s tucked lovingly into the most secure compartment on their ship. Ghost pulls it into the air between them with the whisk of a transmat, and Blaze takes off a gauntlet to unfold it with care. It’s a page out of a sketchbook, pencil lines in a familiar hand. Ghost drifts close to study it with her. The drawing shows two people: a blonde woman in uniform, confident, direct, ready to go toe-to-toe with the world; and behind her, hand on her sleeve, a shorter man. He’s slightly built, half hidden by his companion, but there’s presence in his curious expression as he looks around them, the touch that could be asking reassurance as easily as lending guidance.

“…Steve was always real good at seeing people for who they were.” She can’t help the wry tone. He called this one better than he could have known. “Remember, the man who drew this isn’t gone as long as we honor his example. Keep his legacy alive. And we're gonna do that for him.”

“...Of course we will. We... made a promise.” He's trying to reassure himself. They never back down from their duty. At least… his Titan never would. He has to ask himself if he can really live up to the same. For now, Ghost huddles closer to her, away from the hollow ache he feels. Blaze shifts her arm, making a nook for him while she drinks and he absorbs himself in pencil lines and memories. A respite before the next battle.

He can’t help wondering how Steve would draw them now.

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[juststeverogers]

The second Siri tries to loom again she's pulled back down by Steve and this time she seems to get the message. It helps to have Blaze agreeing to sense even when Steve remains steadfastly naive about the world around them. She calms down the more the Exo talks, even bobs in some sort of assent to the points being raised.

"I guess you're right...I'd rather not go making wars with the Nexus when we've got enough of one right here." But she's going to have her optic on Thor's brother, so help her.

"Thank the Traveler." Steve sighs softly. No one's going to go charging anyone else down picking fights with people they've just met. "I guess I don't mind kids. Never really met one before Agnarr but he was pretty cute. And well, better me than Nike." Steve doesn't see that going any kind of well.

[rekindledtitan]

"Aw, Nike would do fine-" But the reminder drags the Exo's gaze toward the door behind Steve, and she frowns uneasily. "Though I guess not tonight..."

She pulls her focus back to Steve, and Blaze pulls herself a little straighter. Her hands drop to her sides, fingers brushing against the mark at her hip. "We can tell you more about Loki later. There's... hn, something I ought to talk to you about before I check on Nike."

Blaze doesn't draw breath, but the weight of her glowing gaze seems to intensify as she gathers herself. Ghost blinks uncertainly, shoots her a sidelong look as she speaks. "I think I've done you a disservice, Steve, and I owe you an apology."

[juststeverogers]

Steve's about to ask how Blaze expects the angel not to let herself get bullied into whatever willful thing a child would have in mind but the shift in tone and stance has the fledgling titan hurrying to stand tall himself. "Ma'am?"

It's not often Blaze gets this serious about much of anything. He's certainly not expecting what follows the moment of silence to be followed by an apology of all things.

"Uh. How's that?" Ghost doesn't seem to know what's up, and a quick glance at Siri says she's equally as lost. Steve shakes his head slowly. "I don't see how you do, but...alright. What's uh...what's going on?"

[rekindledtitan]

"We talked before about how there'd be people in the Nexus who knew the other guy." Easiest to adopt Steve's own term, ignore the twinge in her chest. The other guy would have done the same for her. "And as far as I see it you've handled them all real well so far. But-"

The glow of her eyes drops for a moment as she works out how she ought to phrase this, lifts again to look Steve in the eye. "Some of them reckon they'd have been happier with some forewarning about you. I figured we had no business spreading information about you to a bunch of strangers- but I didn't ask you about it either, and I should have. It ought to have been your call, not my assumption. I apologize for that."

[juststeverogers]

"Yeah...?" Steve's gotten to hear more than he really thought he would about that guy, too. About himself? He still doesn't really know how to process it. Only that he hates very much the way people grieve when they look at him. That he's glad Blaze advised he keep his helm on until he'd been situated at his station and relatively out of the way during the Dawning. He tries to imagine a crowd of people all looking at him that way and it--no.

Best not to linger on what might have happened.

"I'm doing my best." He replies quietly. He listens to the rest without saying anything more at first. He doesn't understand, at first, but he tries to think through this as best he can.

"But...none of you had any way of knowing if I'd have even been meant to be found by a ghost. If not Siri, maybe not ever. I-I get that I'm something of an oddity, but...I could have just as easily been dead for...for good, right? He?" Steve makes a small noise of irritation and shakes his head.

"Plus, I don't remember any of them. I couldn't have exactly told you who would need a memo. The people closest to...to him. They agreed." He's been assured of that already. Several times. "I don't much like the idea of having a PSA blare out through the Nexus announcing my being alive much more than I like watching my own face tell me how the Nexus works."

It's all messy. No option sounds good to his ears.

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze watches him grapple with it, feeling her own internals twist in profound sympathy. She can feel that burning frustration. Steve didn't start his new life scrambling through the mud to escape Devil snipers, but when it comes to this, Blaze thinks she got the easier deal. Her past may occasionally crawl out of its grave to drag at her heels, but at least nobody else can see it.

She nods slowly. It's mostly as she assumed, by herself, and she can't help the reassuring sense of vindication she feels. Has to remind herself that that doesn't excuse her choices.

"That's why neither of us would have said a word without your say-so. We knew some of his friends. There's, uh. Maybe someone else we should have talked to back when we brought him here. But once you were Risen, your past is your business. No-one's entitled to anything you don't want to share."

On that, at least, she will remain adamant. Blaze struggles internally for another moment - there is more to this, she could say that they could have sent private messages, urged certain people to secrecy - but it's not fair to put that on him to adjudge. Especially not after the choice has been made for him. Absolving her - or not - isn't his burden.

"This shouldn't be your problem to handle," she assures him instead. "What's done is done. Any issues they've got now are between me and them. I just wanted to... set it straight, I suppose. That you get first and final say when it comes to how we handle this."

[juststeverogers]

"Someone else?" There's no hiding the slight tremor of uncertainty in Steve's voice. He doesn't regret his trip to the Nexus to assist with the Dawning. He doesn't. but it's hard not to feel some trepidation when it feels like at every turn there's a skeleton tumbling out of another wardrobe he didn't even know existed. "I haven't exactly hidden what little I know. I feel like that's all I've told the people I've met, repeating like that video in the Plaza like a broken holo."

Siri circles closer after a moment.

"I don't think Blaze means Now, anyway. You're bound to learn more especially if we go back to the Nexus. But you're not bound to have to go on repeating all of it if you don't want to."

Steve nods slowly. To both of them.

"I wish My past didn't have to make you enemies, Blaze. But...there's no helping it I suppose." It's not easy to swallow though.

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze shifts forward a step, placing a hand on his shoulder without thinking. Her touch radiates a simmering heat, even through his armor. "You shouldn't give it another thought, Steve. I'll handle my mistakes, and- well, it's not really any problem we didn't have already."

She and Amelia didn't get along before, and now they still don't. In that sense, nothing's been lost.

"All you need to focus on is who you choose to be," Ghost agrees, quiet but emphatic.

"And like Siri says, you don't have to give everyone your background profile. Everyone's got their secrets. Plenty of stuff even I don't tell most people, and I'm lousy at keeping things to myself."

[juststeverogers]

Blaze's grip is warm enough to nearly scorch his skin, even through the protective layers. Still. Steve's been burned before. This isn't enough to hurt him like he is now. He gives a slow nod. It's not what he wants to hear, perhaps, but the damage is already done where Blaze and Amelia are concerned. Best he can try to do is maybe not go pointing people to Blaze next time they don't like the answers he gives.

If he can face the numerous enemies the city has, he can face down a few unsatisfied people in the Nexus. Steve's not about to let the echoes of a past he has no access to keep him from doing good work in the Nexus.

"Right. Make my own path or something to that effect." Steve's not really sure how to do that but he's glad to have his fireteam backing him up every step of the way. "It's fine. I'm fine for tonight. Honestly, if I hadn't run into you or Nike I'd have thought everything went pretty well." There's not much more to do tonight than scrounge up something to eat that isn't dessert and then maybe clean his gear before he tries to sleep. Even if he thought Blaze might be interested in joining him for a meal, she's got more important things to worry about right now.

"Make sure you both get some rest too, alright?" He's talking more to Ghost than to Blaze here. Steve knows which of them is more apt to even try to take that advice.

[rekindledtitan]

"Trust me, you did well." Blaze claps his shoulder one last time before she pulls back. What Steve's handled tonight, she doesn't think she could have handled it as gracefully. She nods absently at his urging them to rest, but her gaze is already tracking toward Nike's door.

"You know, I think I ought to talk to Nike by myself." In the way of people here, Blaze tends to think of Guardian and Ghost as a single unit: there's no more weight, to her, if a Ghost is present in a personal discussion. But she's been doing a lot of thinking, these past couple weeks, on how to have a talk with the terminally self-effacing angel, and she suspects Nike might be as shy of Ghost as of her.

Ghost looks surprised. "Are you sure...?"

"Go on, give these two a hand with anything they need. I'll call if I need you. Or when we're done." The look she shoots him is warm, if brief. "Have a good night, Steve. Siri."

[magnetite_plz]

Steve's brows shoot up, but he doesn't have to force a grin when Ghost turns his optic back his way, as if unsure he'd be welcome to tag along with the New Light. "Come on, I'll be quick with the food and then we can hang out until Blaze is finished up. It's no trouble."

Siri's eyeing Blaze a bit at the insinuation that she couldn't Handle whatever Steve needs, but she flits her points as if to shrug a second later before leading the trio off for the evening.

The door Blaze stands in front of is simple and unadorned with any kind of hanging sign or knickknack outside the living quarters. She'll get no response if she knocks at the door, but it hasn't been locked just yet. Explaining to Nike that these quarters are Her Property has been an uphill battle. She only acquiesced at all on the condition it be put to some sort of practical use, so it stores much of the gear Steve and Blaze collect aside from the spare weapons they're required to keep locked up in the vault.

Patrol beacons, toolboxes, some boxed up belongings of Steve and Natasha's that the group hasn't had the heart to give away or sell just yet--all of it sits neat and orderly along every spare inch of storage space in this dormitory. Nike's own gear is tucked into her small closet. As she has no Ghost she has no access to the vault proper so her weapons have been carefully arranged in a weapons locker taken from Steve's house the Guardian base inside the Nexus. Her robes and combat gear have already been hung up for the evening.

When not on duty Nike prefers to go barefooted and wear the dress Blaze made for her out of titan marks. There are red marks on her normally flawless face from her tears, though she isn't crying any longer when Blaze lets herself in. She's seated perfectly still at the foot of her bed with an empty mug in her hands. Her shoulders are slumped with a fatigue she doesn't often carry.

It takes her a moment even to notice Blaze is there, but when the Exo inevitably speaks Nike jerks her head up to meet Blaze's gaze.

"....I'm sorry, did you try to message me?" She hasn't even taken her PINpoint out of her gear. And of course, she hasn't been Summoned. Not even her own thoughts could make her fail to hear that kind of a call. Then again, Blaze has never been very good at summoning her in a traditional way. "Has it gotten that late already, or did you come back early...?"

She hopes Steve didn't send for Blaze on her behalf.

[rekindledtitan]

She does knock on the door, a heavy-handed rap before she realizes that might sound too aggressive, and knocks more gently. When there's no answer she pushes the door open anyway, but she stays in the doorway, one hand on the door as if ready to back out, eyes on the small bed tucked into a corner of the room and its present occupant.

"Is it okay if I come in?" She watches Nike startle, and wonders at how preoccupied the angel must be not to have noticed her approach. She doesn't look okay, herself - face reddened, posture all wrong... it's not the Nike Blaze is used to seeing.

She's not entirely sure if that's good or bad.

"No, we just got back. Had some business come up." And they weren't sticking around to celebrate late, but that's not Nike's concern. "Steve let us know you were... something was up." She sweeps a look around the room before it lands on the angel again, in her somewhat makeshift dress. "...You want to talk about it?"

[magnetite_plz]

"Business..." Nike's gaze strays to her closet and the gear she's put away. She's on her feet before Blaze can even follow up with that thought, setting aside the mug atop an otherwise empty crate lid without a second glance. She won't quite cross the dormitory to where her things are kept before the truth comes out. Nike's mouth twists sharply into a frown that's so much more expressive than she usually is.

"Talk?" Blaze doesn't Do talks. Not ones that aren't patrol routes or mission plans or hastily crafted on-the-fly plans for when something doesn't turn out the way she thought it would. Neither she or Blaze are qualified for this sort of thing. Something squeezes painfully at her as she recollects her shameful outburst at the festival. Her jaw tics.

"I. I jeopardized our mission tonight in the Nexus. I should give Aegis and Tarana a full apology for that later. Tomorrow, once they're back."

[rekindledtitan]

"Hey-" She's so quick to her feet, ready to prep for battle. Blaze lifts a hand before the angel halts and frowns with such... tension. Enough tamped-down emotion even Blaze can't miss it.

She nods, pulls the door shut behind her as she steps into the room fully. Not coming close, since Nike hasn't given her permission. Not yet. But trying to mind her privacy.

"Easy, there. I haven't heard reports of you jeopardizing anything." She's not going to try and remind Nike how trivial the Dawning celebration is, as missions go. Nike took it seriously, that's what matters. "I'm not worried about the mission. Sounded more like you were the one in jeopardy. I want to know if you're- how you're feeling. What happened out there?"

She's learning. Trying not to let Nike just insist she's fine without digging any deeper.

[magnetite_plz]

The door pulls shut. It's all the confirmation Nike needs that Blaze is serious about this, even if she could not feel it within her core. The connection between them is so very absolute it leaves Nike with no doubt about the Exo's intentions. Hardly necessary given Blaze tends to verbalize whatever she's feeling anyway but it's still there.

"Of...of course." She steps aside and gestures to the spartan quarters. "Sit wherever you like if it suits you." She's been enough of a poor host for one night. "You...ought to be. We had several critical level threats in attendance." The angel drops her gaze to the floor. "My being there. In the Nexus. Poses a substantial risk."

[rekindledtitan]

"Thanks." Blaze looks only far enough to find a weapons crate she can pull over and sit down on, facing Nike. Maybe it'll help: she's not totally unaware of how her armored build can loom in close quarters.

She's listening, while she does, leaning forward with her arms on her knees. "There's a lot of potentially dangerous beings in the Nexus. I could probably stand to learn more about them, but-" This isn't the main point, wait. She studies Nike with a troubled frown, as if she could maybe figure out what's going through the angel's head from outside.

"Your being there?" Well, it took a whole minute, but she's lost. "Could you explain how?"

[magnetite_plz]

She wishes she could just shut down. Murder the unwanted emotions swirling inside of her and give Blaze a flat, detached report. It's always been easier to do so but right now it just won't happen. She can't detach from the sharp edges that made her burst into unsightly tears in the first place. But Blaze has given her an order a...request. That's something to latch on to.

Something familiar that's well worth forcing herself to retrace her steps and get reluctant words out past her lips. The angel bows her head and summons her wings as if to make a point.

"I'm a demon. We both know that I am...different. From your mortal civilians, from the Guardians, from most species who frequent the Nexus." Facts. She can cling to the facts and strangle her emotions into order. Order is what she is. Order is neat and tidy and blissfully empty. Nike's voice steadies even as it loses its affectations. "I am from the lowest order of Justice dominion creatures. Thus it stands to reason that there should be others like me who are much more powerful, powerful enough to rival gods. Other creatures of Order. Or of Chaos."

"There are others. Not from my world but of a similar nature. Angels of the house of Order. Fallen from the house of Chaos. They are old and powerful in ways mankind cannot fathom. They have noticed me for what I am. I tried to hide, I tried to disengage but at every turn their curiosity over my being could not be swayed. They pretend to be on equal footing with people in the Nexus to suit their whimsy, but if anyone upset them they could wipe out everything in the Nexus. Perhaps not the place itself, but the people who frequent and call it home...certainly."

Facts are simpler than people. Nike can't keep hiding behind them for long though. She has to get to the part of why her actions endangered them but for just this moment she wants to be free from all senseless extraneous influx of data. Even if a jagged whisper creeps in and reminds her that this is Proof she'll never fit in among the people she's come to care so deeply for. That she's proving her wailing at Lucifer to be correct by sitting here hiding behind the mask of Order just to have a simple conversation.

[rekindledtitan]

The dull light of the room blooms as she unfurls her wings, a soft radiance reflecting from the bare walls and worn boxes. Blaze had almost stopped wondering at the sight; now it occurs to her for the first time that she's hardly seen Nike show her wings in months. Hiding from these other angels? Maybe. She knew Nike didn't... well, 'get along' isn't sufficient. She expected no kindness from her kindred back in her own world. Had good reason not to want to return to their company. It's why she and Ghost have viewed the one or two angels they've met with caution.

She hadn't really thought ahead to how many of them there might be, or what would happen if Nike encountered them.

"...The reports said something about a cabal of angel types- angelic? - in the Nexus. I saw a couple in the crowd, but you'd have a better read than us on their threat level. You think they're that powerful?" Her fingers drum restlessly on her knee plates, small sparks flying as she lines up the pieces. "And they've been setting sights on you?"

Meanwhile, outside...

[rekindledtitan]

Steve's reassurance puts Ghost at ease, though the little bot still glances uncertainly at his Guardian as she goes over to knock on the door. For now, though, he'll follow Steve and Siri as they head back toward the upper levels of the Tower. It's... kind of nice, thinking he'd be welcome to just hang out with them even without Blaze there. Just as himself.

He does, however, glance at Siri as they walk, shooting her a silent message in private.

//If you encounter Amelia Ronsam again... don't let her get you into any position where she has a shot at you. Any chance to separate you from Steve.//

Re: Meanwhile, outside...

[juststeverogers]

"What're you thinking for supper, anyway?" It doesn't matter much to Siri what Steve chooses, but he'd mentioned grabbing food on the way back so it doesn't hurt to prompt her Guardian to consider his options a bit.

"Something easy. Sandwich if Mina's place is open this far past sunset. I don't know about you two but I'm beat." Watching kids and meeting New-Old friends (and some who weren't so friendly) has been exhausting in a way that running patrols out in the Cosmodrome just hasn't been. He wants to sit down and...maybe clean his weapons.

Steve's a little afraid of what might come out if he put pen to paper tonight to draw.

Siri comes to a full stop rather than answering Steve right away. At first Ghost won't get anything in reply back from her except a sharp burst of garbage data that's as grating as a squawk if she'd verbalized. Belatedly she bobs and gives Steve a distracted noise of agreement.

//What? What exactly happened back there? She knows to target ghosts? She would actually try to?!//

[rekindledtitan]

//She knows that our Guardians can't resurrect without us, unfortunately. Whether she would...// He looks back at Steve, the pair of Ghosts following along after him. //She was willing to target me the first time we encountered her. Even if she didn't intend it to be lethal. Now she's... extremely erratic, and may harbor resentment towards his status. It's possible that hostility might be channeled toward you, violently.//

His gaze drops, flits back to Siri for a moment. //I hope it won't. But I don't know.//

And a Ghost is a much easier target than an armored Titan. To say nothing of the fact that a relative stranger would be easier for Amelia to hurt than any iteration of Steve.

[juststeverogers]

"You two alright back there?" Steve's turned to look at both Siri and Ghost as they've dropped further behind. He's got no way of knowing what they're discussing privately but the obvious choices are either Blaze deciding to solo her chat with Nike or...well. Him. Neither sits well especially because he's not being included but Steve huffs quietly to himself inside his helm as he holds the lift until both ghosts catch up to him.

Siri doesn't even respond right away which says all Steve needs to know about them discussing things without him. He's making such a face unseen right now but isn't about to interrupt and demand answers. They deserve their privacy, it's just irritating when they whisper behind his back.

//Well thank the Traveler a thug like that isn't looking to make friends with Steve again. She tries to take a shot at ME and there's going to be reports filed before she can blink. We've got an entire station of Guardians operating out of there. The Vanguard deserve to know if we're apt to lose Guardians doing so.//

Siri hasn't come this far and waited this long for a Guardian to lose it because of an emotionally unstable human in some weird pocket dimension that isn't even the place they're so focused on protecting. She'll take action if no one else will. She'll have Amelia Ronsam put on a watch list and steered clear of Guardian activity if that's what needs to happen.

//She should already have been removed as a threat, you realize.//

[rekindledtitan]

Uh-oh. Maybe he's gotten too used to a Guardian who's merrily oblivious to such sneaky conversations. Ghost starts guiltily when Steve calls to them, scooting forward into the elevator and peering up from the young Titan's side.

"Sorry, Steve. We were just... distracted. I'm afraid I still don't know much about where people eat in the Tower. It didn't really come up before."

//She's a civilian, and so far Blaze is the only person she's actively threatened. Blaze believes the threat is over.// He can't be so complacent, especially out there in the Nexus. For most people in the City, harming a Ghost is roughly on par with harming a child. Maybe worse, depending on perspective. But both he and Siri have seen enough of their brothers and sisters die to know plenty of people outside the walls have no such compunctions.

//I don't want to alarm you too much. The Nexus anti-violence field would make it difficult for her to strike you directly in any case. I just needed to warn you not to give her that chance. If my Guardian is wrong, I don't want us to find out the hard way.//

[juststeverogers]

"Yeah." He's pretty sure he knows what they were just. He holds in his sigh but drops his gaze so it looks less like he's looming over either of them. Siri doesn't even seem repentant. After the night he's had the last thing Steve wants is an argument though. He shrugs instead. "I'll try to be quick then so we can get inside and relax for a bit. I'd say we've all earned it."

Siri barely gives her Guardian more than a glance. He'll be fine and this is information that could protect him. Besides, once he gets a meal in him he'll forget all about it.

//I don't care if she's the Nexus' Speaker, that's sick and you know it.// Losing their own to the many enemies of Earth is one thing. Losing them to the very people they're trying to protect is twisted and Wrong in every sense. //I'm not going to hold my data packets on her keeping away either, despite her asking for no contact. She won't catch me by surprise.//

[rekindledtitan]

"We can pull up tonight's concert from Pilgrim's Square," Ghost suggests. Steve won't have seen it before, and any chance to show him the happier traditions of their City is a treat. "I think you might like it."

Certainly it's a lot happier than the tradition of Ghosts making the quiet choice to do what's necessary for themselves and their Guardians.

//I agree. And I understand. We didn't want to pull Steve into the conflict, but you should do whatever you think is best to protect yourself. And to protect him.//