"Eris did something truly kind for me, however, in those final moments. When she found me strung up, I saw her clutching the trinket I had made her—the one she'd rejected—tightly against her chest. I never forgot that. She'd made sure in that moment that the fire in my heart didn't go out. Made sure I knew I wasn't alone. The fire in me raged. What I would've given to stand with my fireteam one last time and burn those heathens to oblivion!"

—A loyal friend