(Retcon from the previous story) [b]The rises over The Last City. The Vanguard has moved back into the newly refurbished Tower. Ghost and his Guardian look out the window of war room.[/b] Ghost- It’s a beautiful day Guardian. The Guardian- Hmm. Ghost- Something wrong? The Guardian - 12 years ago, you brought be back. You had been searching for so long. You were so happy to have found me. And though I was confused…I was happy to be brought back. For 12 years we have fought together. We’ve won many wars and lost many battles. I lost you for a brief moment but it felt like an eternity. For 12 years, we’ve visited the farthest reaches of Sol. Neptune, Kepler. We’ve fought world ending threats. Crota, Oryx, Ghaul…The Witness. Even now, even as Earth stabilizes, The Nine still scheme. It’s peaceful right now. But who knows when we’ll be called into action? 12 years. That’s a long time to fight without end. I always felt called to it. To protect. But now, I don’t feel…needed. I thought that feeling would break me. Ghost-HAS it…broken you, Guardian? The Guardian- No. I feel calm. I feel lighter, as if a burden has suddenly been lifted from my shoulders. I’m not needed Ghost. And I’m happy. I think it’s time to move on. Ghost- What will you do? The Guardian- There’s a small flat. In the lower city, close to that old bar Cayde used to take us to. I think…I think I’m gonna rest a while. I want you to come with me. You’re not just my Ghost. You aren’t just my friend. You’re my brother in the Light. And I want you by my side, always. Will you join me? For one last adventure? Ghost- I’d be happy to Guardian. [b]The Guardian smiles behind their helmet. They turn to face the war table.[/b] The Guardian- Commander? Ikora- Yes Guardian? The Guardian- It’s time I move on. I’m no longer needed here. The city is safe. Sol is in good hands. I- I wondered when you might lay down your rifle. Though I am sad to see you leave, I’m happy to see you find peace after all these years of fighting. [b]The Guardian and The Ghost make their way to the exit, nodding to their friends as they pass them. Shaxx. Crow. Eris. Drifter. Just before the exit, they turn to face them. [/b] The Guardian- And if some, ancient, universal threat pops up…just give us a call. We’ll be there. It’s been an honor. [b]The Guardian and their Ghost step into the sun. They watch the light reflect off The Traveler. The Guardian turns to their Ghost and pulls him close. [/b] The Guardian- Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for these 12 years. I love you, little Light. Ghost- And I love you, my Guardian.