"This is the Perfect Paradox," Osiris says. There is a note of both reverence and confusion in his voice. He holds the gun in his hands as if it is breakable. "Saint-14's gun."
He looks up to meet your eyes. "The Light signature attached to this gun is yours, but it dates back to the Dark Age, long before you were resurrected. Do you realize what that means?" He looks down at the gun again. "That suggests that you created Saint-14's gun."
He shakes his head. "I don't understand it. Why would you find this now? What timeline exists that I have yet to see, that places you in the Dark Age?" His gaze has gone distant, contemplative. "Perhaps…" But he cuts himself off. "No. Saint-14 is lost. This is just another anomaly created by the Cabal's misuse of the Sundial. All the more reason to stay focused on our task." He meets your eyes again, and his expression is steely. "We can't allow ourselves to become distracted chasing the dead."