The Guardian enters the Queen's throne room
Mara Sov: It is alive...and still has its ball...
Uldren Sov: There is no shame in running away, Guardian. Apart from the cowardice and failure of it, it's an excellent strategy.
Guardian: We didn't run.
The Queen and Uldren Sov exchange looks of confusion
Mara Sov: Was no Gate Lord slain, brother?
Ghost: Oh, we slayed a Gate Lord!
The Ghost transmats the Vex head into the throne room.
Guardian: We need to find the Black Garden.
Uldren Sov: Hmph...they don't even know where it is.
Mara Sov: Let us tell them. Search the Gate Lord for that which gains them entrance.
Uldren Sov: Why?! If you wish them certain death, just kill them here!
Mara Sov: Often, when we guess at others' motives, we reveal only our own.
Uldren Sov: My motive is simply loyalty, to a people, a Queen and a sister.
Uldren kneels before his Queen
Mara Sov: Then, please. Take what is required.
Uldren Sov draws his knife and plunges it in the Gate Lord, ripping out the eye and smiling as its glow disappears.
Uldren Sov: Dead, unfortunately. A wasted journey, I'm afraid.
Mara Sov: Perhaps, but I think these ones resourceful. We gift it, in sympathy for their Traveler.
Uldren Sov turns away from his sister, scowls, and turns to the Guardian.
Uldren Sov: Mars. Eighty-Four North, Thirty-Two East, Meridian Bay.
Uldren Sov tosses the eye to the Guardian.
Mara Sov stands
Mara Sov: I have shown you benevolence, Guardian. Should the Awoken ever need an ally I will call on you. And expect you to answer.
Uldren Sov: She's saying you owe us, Guardian.
Guardian: I understand. Your grace.
The Guardian turns and leaves, their Ghost floating for a moment before following.
Uldren Sov: Good luck! Getting through the Exclusion Zone.