Ikora is silent. She stands facing the empty space in the sky that once held the Traveler and says nothing. A cool breeze blows across the plaza, picking up dried leaves and scraps of paper from the Bazaar.

The silence that has fallen over the Tower is haunting.

Ikora turns and exhales a long-held breath. "If you've come to me for guidance, I have none." The words fall heavy out of her mouth. "Nothing could have prepared me for this." She looks away for a moment, not ready to cross this conversational line. But then she finds her strength again.

"Guardian." Ikora's voice has an adamancy to it. "Whatever comes next, I want you to know it has been an honor fighting alongside you. Through loss, through victory, through the haze of war between. I don't know if this is humanity's final hour…" she says, looking up to the sky. "But if it is, then we will face the end together."

Ikora looks at you, and for the first time, you see something new in her eyes: fear.

"Go… spend time with the people you love," Ikora says in quiet certainty. "It may be your last chance to."