The Hangar, The Tower, The Last City, Earth
Saint-14: Good health, friend. What is this? My old weapon? No. Your new weapon. Oh, you seem to improve everything you touch, Guardian. Old things made new. Given purpose. This is a good lesson. In your absence, I walked the streets of the City. Spoke to the people. I sat beneath the Traveler and listened. Scars are still healing. I witnessed many new faces. They look to me and see a myth. I admit it does make me feel old - and humbled. As i walked, do you know what I saw? Smiles. I heard music! It is good to be reminded why we fight. I will walk the streets again tomorrow. Maybe, I will sing.
The Guardian receives Bastion.