The H.E.L.M., The Last City
The Guardian enters the portal to Queen Mara Sov's chambers in the Dreaming City.
Mara Sov's Chambers, The Dreaming City
The Guardian approaches the cocoon containing Savathûn, who speaks.
Savathûn: I knew you'd be back. I'm so glad we get to talk. You and that charming little Ghost of yours; you're not like the rest. You're not afraid of my words. Words are just thoughts given shape. Ideas emerging into the physical world, birthed by a mouth. Not good or evil, not Light or Dark, or this or that. And you understand, don't you? Despite the excruciatingly binary worldview of those around you. You don't have to say it. We've all heard it before: "The line between Light and Dark is so very thin." As if you were so incapable of lifting your eyes from a scrawl of chalk on the ground... The Traveler and the Light near one foot, your old enemies and the Darkness at the other. Let me tell you a secret. If you ever want to see what's been watching you since the very beginning, just stand on that line, and look... up.