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Varrus pushed himself up off the ground from where he had roughly rolled into the trench, slowly rising to his feet. The labyrinth’s reconfiguration had not been kind to him, as he was one of the fireteam closest to the center. The blocks and bits had bashed him around relentlessly, and only prior experience kept him from tumbling to the black depths below. Even still, he was vaguely sore all over, and his wounds from siren blades were freshly re-opened, leaking a thin film of blood between his chest and his bodysuit.

Yet here he stood, and he wasted no time pondering his situation further. After the COMM proved as silent as the halls stretching before and behind the titan, he summoned his ghost with an outstretched palm.

"Vigil, anything you can do to raise the others?"

"Nope. I can't get a signal beyond this corridor."

"Hmm. Might as well make the best of it, then. Can you re-map the place?"

"Already working on it. We're still near the core, I think, but the others could be anywhere."

"Well, they know what they're looking for. Best place to meet back up is there."

"How do you know they'll find it?"

"I trust their ghosts, don’t you? They'll find their way through the dark."

The giant paced down the hall towards what was likely the core of the labyrinth, directing the occasional burst of fire at the floor in front of him.