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Avori stopped to rearrange several bodies so that they lay flat, with their hands crossed in an X shape on their chests. "If we could not have saved them, we must at least show them some respect," he justified himself, his voice somber. "These warriors may not have know it, but thanks to sacrafices such as theirs, the Vex did not - will not - win."

Despite his otherwise respectful attitude, Avori's Hunter instincts do kick in as he follows Arxus towards the main entrance, and he discarded Not Like The Others, instead leaning down to pick up one of their rifles - a jet black weapon with small red accents, that seemed to be a Golden Age scout rifle. As he tested its weight in his hands, he noticed a name scratched into it, below the sights. Avori silently vowed to avenge the previous owner of Razor's Lance.