Zavala looks over the City. "Preparing for battle across four fronts… we're spread too thin," he says quietly.

"As of now, our plan changes from preparation to evacuation."

He takes a measured breath. For a moment, he looks old.

"Sloane asked whether we could spare a Vanguard ship to relocate important cargo. Coming from her, that's a full-on distress call. Head to Titan, help her tie up loose ends, and bring her home."

"I have also been in contact with Asher Mir on Io. He insists the data he's gathering is too important to abandon. Of course, his phrasing was a bit more colorful."

You nod.

"Thank you, Guardian," he says reflexively. It's clear his mind is far away.