Ghost and the Guardian sit quietly in the Tower. Zavala stands ever watchful. Ghost- “He’s aged.” The Guardian- “Hmmm?” “Zavala. Ever since Targe was…lost, Zavala began aging, but recently he’s seemed…even older.” “Oh. I hadn’t noticed.” “All of this death. It’s hitting him hard, and so fast. Amanda, Cayde…Eris. “I still…I still can’t believe Eris is gone. She always seemed like she’d outlive all of us. She survived the Hellmouth. She helped overthrow Crota, Omnigul, Oryx. She killed Savathûn. Banished Xivu Arath from her Throne World. I always thought she’d become unstoppable. I guess I was wrong…” “With all of that power…She was bound to make herself a target. But listen to me. We WILL avenge Eris. We WILL make all of them pay.” “That’s what I’m afraid of…” Ghost looks at The Guardian quizzically. “What do you mean?” “I mean…what if in all of this…this vengeance seeking. We fall. We fall into the deep. What happens if we go too far? Will we be able to crawl out of the darkness? Like Eris did?” “I…I don’t know. I don’t know.” The Guardian looks at Zavala. “He has aged.” “I know. I know.”