FLOODED INSPECTION, RESTRICTED ZONE
The Guardian locates the first worm.
Savathûn: Do you think about desires? About the animating forces of those who don't look like you? I'm not convinced you do. What does a pouka dream of growing up to be? Or a ship? They're terribly opinionated. Sapience isn't the exclusive domain of the bipedal. You provincial Earthlings tend to ignore that.
The Guardian locates the second worm.
Savathûn: All these secrets, all these hidden passages. Rebuilding itself to purpose whenever necessary. This ship's a tricksy one. Not the first ship full of corpses I've come across in my time. I believe I'd find it... homey.
The Guardian locates the third worm.
Savathûn: Plenty of beings crave a strong hand on the wheel. A hierarchy is comforting: you always know where you stand. What a stultifying way to live. What an unimaginative game, where pieces always move as they're told. I'm escaping them all, honey. Hierarchies. Games. But if a piece wants to place itself in my hands, who am I to say no?