::Everything is gone.::
"OK, Red. Back it up. These 'Seraphs' you keep referencing—what were they?"
::They were all things to me. Everything I required.::
"That… doesn't help. What were these Seraphs for? These files suggest that you built and stored planetary combat platforms for 'seven Seraphs.' I thought the Golden Age was a time of peace."
::It was a time of peace.::
"This is a lot of firepower, Red."
::Swords keep peace.::
"And this armor—even a Guardian wouldn't turn this down."
::They protected me. I protected them.::
"The Seraphs are gone now?"
::Everything is gone.::
"So those blades you gave to the Guardians belonged to the Seraphs."
::Yes.::
"You trust them?"
::Everything is gone.::