"Guardian, welcome to my new home," Saint-14 says, spreading his arms wide. "The City feels like a new world to me. Filled with life, with hope." He lowers his arms and inclines his head. "But it is bittersweet. For all we've gained, I cannot help thinking of how much was lost."

He is quiet for a moment, caught between grief and guilt. "Our losses are many. The colonists who perished after the Collapse. The settlements that our enemies destroyed. The civilians who were scattered during the Red War." He lifts his head. "Perhaps… Perhaps you can help me honor those losses, and we can move forward into this hopeful future."