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Varrus frowned as Arxus turned his single-eyed gaze to the celing once more. Cultists? He'd heard of the trinary star cult. Everyone had. But to attack guardians and inflict this much mental and physical wounding on an entire fireteam? Such was unheard of. And then this "dark one". None had walked the cursed path of Yor since the hunter himself strayed from the light, as far as Varrus knew.

A shift in Sara's form caught his eye. The young titan was turned away from him and the others, covering her face and softly crying. She must have felt horrible. He had no idea what the cursed warlock did to her mind, but considering that the same thing had broken Arxus, it must have been extreme.

The giant stood up, and slowly paced over to her bedside. He figured her mentor would want to talk to her personally, but he had dealt with vaugely similar breakdowns when newly reborn guardians died for the second time in the crucible.

"You dont have to talk if you dont want to. But listen. Whatever happened to you on the moon, it was not your fault. You did not break because you are weak, you broke because the power brought against you was too much for any one guardian to bear. It broke Arxus, a veteran, just as it broke you, a novice. But no matter what, remember this: one link is weak, a chain is strong."

After a few moments of Sara not responding, the giant lifted himself from his knee and headed out into the hall. Donning his helm for a brief moment, he hailed Avgust on the fireteam comms.

"Lieutenant, you may wish to come to the medbay...what's left of theasus has returned."

Clipping his helm to his belt once more, he set off down the halls, looking for Baryos. The warlock had the air of a thanatonaut. If anyone could figure out how to clear, or at least lessen the pain of their allies, it would be him.