The Hunter has a shifty, flighty sort of look to her, even with her face hidden under a Solstice-gilded helm. "I can't possibly have broken any rules," she says nervously.

"No, no," Saint-14 says, as disarmingly as possible. "I only wished to ask after that trick you pulled! With the bomb, and the—" Saint mimes what he saw the Hunter do, complete with vocalized sound effects. "Like so."

She brightens, posture straightening. "Oh, that," she says. "Trade secret! But since it's you, I can say the timing is really what's key."

Saint-14 nods solemnly. "Then I only ask where you learned such a trick."

The Hunter tilts her head skyward, taps her chin with one finger. "Now I don't know if this is true," she says, "but the friend who taught me said they'd learned it from their mentor, and he supposedly got it from a guy who knew a guy who knew Caliban-8, who apparently learned it from Tallulah Fair… wind."

Saint laughs, deep and merry. "I thought your explosion looked familiar!" he says.

Something clicks with the Hunter. "You knew her. So, it IS true!"

"You do your history proud, Hunter." He offers her a new gun for her trouble and sends her on her way to whatever mischief awaits.

When he returns home to Osiris that evening, Saint is in good spirits despite a bittersweet thread that lingers. "I saw Tallulah today," he announces.

"Metaphorically, I would presume," Osiris says without looking up.

"Hah. Yes." Saint lets it sit for a moment or two, thinking over what he truly wants to say. "I wonder how many Hunters she inspired. And how many those Hunters taught, in turn…"

A great web of roots, spreading out into the Vanguard.

"Solstice makes us all maudlin in our ways, does it not?" Osiris glances at Saint; there is a tiny smile about him. "But it is… nice to think of it that way, I suppose. Let Tallulah Fairwind never die."