It is to be all made of fantasy, all made of passion, and all made of wishes—all adoration, duty, and observance.
Hey. You see Cayde around, tell him his gun's ready. —Banshee-44
Description
A message from Commander Zavala:
Banshee stares at the paper, then turns it upside down.
When I was newly raised, I walked through the Rusting Wake on my long first journey to the Traveler's shadow. I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that my Ghost told me the Traveler lay at the end of a long and broken road.
"I never said I was an artist," Cayde says over Banshee's shoulder. "This gets at the spirit of it."
I died in the Wake more times than I could ever count. From Fallen, from stuttering frames still enacting the will of long-dead masters, from collapsing buildings and exposure and fire and cold.
Banshee turns the paper around again. "So that's…"
I return to the Rusting Wake in my dreams almost every night—and when I do, I am happy. Because I remember that, on the far end of the Wake, inside a mausoleum that had once been a library, I found a dusty, fragile tome. The letters imprinted upon the cover in metallic ink were faded, but I could still make them out: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
"The laser tracker, yeah."
That's when I understood what it means to be a Guardian. It's not just a journey through death—it's a quest for life.
"Huh." Banshee tilts his head. "And those…"
Never forget that.
"Racing stripes."
"…On a fusion rifle."
"We're just—" Cayde throws his arms up. "We're just tossin' out ideas here, pal! Don't shut anything down until you get the whole picture."
"Seems like the picture's the problem."
"OK. Listen—the details aren't important. I just want a good gun that you take out and the fight's already over." He shoots at invisible opponents. "Tsuu-tsuu-tsuu! The end."
Banshee relaxes. He knows good guns.
Cayde clasps Banshee's shoulder. "So is that a yes?"
"Uh-huh."
"Great!" Cayde claps his hands. "Not to rush your genius, but chop-chop, all right? I maybe made a bet with a certain Crucible handler, and I maybe don't have the Glimmer to back it up, so… By the way, you'll do this on an IOU, right?"
Banshee points to the paper one more time. "Is that…?"