“..Do You Think I’ll See A Crimson Fish In The Sea?”

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There is one other thing to talk about in regards to the dungeon, and that's Osiris, who is on comms for us.

First of all, he was absolutely ready to go there himself. Ikora tells us as much.

She tells us that he's wants to go, but that she's afraid of him hurting himself so that it would be best if we went instead. Because he trusts us. This is enough to make me cry all day, but it's not all.

Once in there, he leads us through. One of his comments in the middle of the dungeon:

This is huge for him. He never does anything for himself. He never says that he needs help for something that sound even remotely selfish or that would be perceived as selfish. But here? He said "I need this." Not "we," not "Ikora," not "Guardians." He. Only he.

He needs to be able to convince others to trust him again. He needs to be able to convince HIMSELF to trust himself again. And the way he says it? He says it almost like he's ashamed of admitting that this is something he needs personally.

And that makes me wail and sob and throw things. Osiris, you are allowed to ask for help and to do things for yourself!!!!

But that's not all! At the end, he makes the following comments:

I will never be a normal person again after this. He and Saint had plans, back in the day, back before the Infinite Forest, that they would go explore the universe together. But not before they made the City safe for everyone else.

They took it upon themselves to do this. To make the City safe, first and foremost, before they can detach and go do things by themselves, for themselves. Securing everyone else took precedence. A job for a thousand years, or more, of making everyone else safe; Osiris and Saint sacrificed everything to make it so.

Only after they finish the most important job, only then are they allowed to leave and do things they want. And nobody would've faulted them if they just left at any point in time. Nobody would've even known. Nobody except them. They couldn't handle thinking selfishly and leaving everyone to struggle while they frollick around the universe.

To them, the first and most important thing is to make sure that everything else is done. Their personal lives and personal wishes and fantasies and dreams come second. That is why they ended up separated. That's why Osiris was exiled, that's why Saint died, that's why Osiris had to move time and space to bring him back, that's why Osiris messed with Hive gods, that's why he became Lightless and kidnapped and in a coma.

Because the most important imperative to them both is to save the world.

And now Osiris is coming to terms with mortality for the first time and he is thinking about what could've been. But even then, he STILL wants to put himself in danger to protect us all.

And I am simply crying super hard on the floor.

Additional cute info to help us from crying, after we returned and Ana wanted to run more missions for extra data, Osiris wanted to himself. AGAIN. She stops him (dungeon helmet lore):

I LOVE the lore about how everyone in the Tower apparently has scheduled watching Colonel time.

"No!" Ana dashes passed Osiris, "It's your night to watch the Colonel. I'll outsource a posse."

A moment of serenity

Thoughts on the boys and swimwear? (Yes all of them. Any of them.)

Got a little carried away thinking about this... We had the hunter pack's day off on the beach before, here comes the warlock flock (+ their family dog)

(bottom of the ocean sounds like the best spot to be, I'm so with Felwinter on this one)

Meanwhile, far, far away:

(does he know how to swim at all tho 💀)

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heresy spoilers

eris morn holding onto drifter's coins, feeling the cold jade and engraved markings in her bed while falling asleep, unpracticed in the way he turns and flips them in his hands so she only holds them tightly as if it were a piece of him. the new ones smell of aftershave and jasmine from laying in his pockets throughout the day. kissing the side of it affectionately like a good luck charm, carrying one with her, so close to her heart as if trying to meld it into her very being drifter after witnessing her be impaled, returning to her desolate room, desperate and alone, seeing the collection of coins on her dresser and picking one up. it smells like dust and caraway, warmed by what shreds of sunlight that break through the windows. Caressing it slowly, carefully. It only reminds him of her skin and he weeps while holding it

the final straw for saint…

(in case you missed part one)