Xûr nods gently at you in acknowledgment of your help. "The ones I serve are in motion. Nothing can stop that. In time, they will call upon you as Weapon. Your purpose will superimpose itself on your will. The eight I serve will harness your violence for their needs. But until then, you remain your own. When next we meet, I will serve you more than just lunch." He turns his gaze skyward. He is suddenly consumed in reverie, and his business with you appears concluded.