FLOODED INSPECTION, RESTRICTED ZONE
The Guardian locates the first worm.
Savathûn: They didn't ask to be born into this world. Sad, unloved things, put together so hastily. Now they're searching for a way to make it better. Something to bandage their spiritual boo-boos. But you like them bleeding, don't you? Makes them easier to kill.
The Guardian locates the second worm.
Savathûn: The Dread who moved into my brother's ship, I won't defend. What a nasty group of people. Villains to their core! But I have had some lovely conversations with subjugators elsewhere, you know. Elegant minds on them. Heh, it's nice to engage in a little girl talk. [laughs]
The Guardian locates the third worm.
Savathûn: Play a game with me, Guardian. Imagine yourself among the Dread. Raised by an uncaring god, burdened with duties you never asked for. Always praying for word from the silent thing that made you. How would that feel? A distant leap of imagination for you, I'm sure.