"Are you ready?" Savathûn asks Immaru. Her great claw cups his narrow roundness, just enough to keep him close.

Immaru's shell shivers, a little fuss of motion for no reason but that Savathûn holds him. "What have I got here but you?" he says. It is a scoff, an offhanded thing. "Lead on, then. I wanna know where we're going."

Savathûn lays one finger across her face, echoing a human gesture though it means nothing to her own chitin and scale. "It's a secret," she tells him.

"Always with the secrets." He isn't offended. He knows Savathûn's power, and where she divines it. But he loosens himself from her grip, and she lets him–only a second slower than he might have liked.

"We shall see my sisters again," she promises him. "Xivu Arath and her narrowboat on the Sea of Screams… and Eris, oh, sweet Eris."

"Still your sister, after everything?" Immaru circles her crown.

"She hatched from her flesh and molted into my sister." Savathûn tells him because he would do well to remember this truth. It will ever be true. "Sisterhood cuts both ways. I have killed my sisters before, and I shall do so again."

"Now we're talkin'. Let's go." Immaru vanishes in a puff of Light, a scattering of scale-dust under her wing.

There is only the path forward, and Fundament far, far behind, the palest of remembered glints in the long deep night. Without further ceremony, Savathûn gathers herself, and she slips between stars.