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"You should really get to sleep." Arxus' Ghost began to chat with his master. "Thinking too much is bad for you."

The Titan continued to polish his shotgun, but abruptly stopped. "Years of mental training would have prepared me for this sort of situation." He resumed the polishing motion.

"Mental training provides little when thrust into combat situations of this magnitude."

"I've been through worse." Arxus muttered to himself. He recalled the intense situations he had been through before; one particular incident had him captured by the House of Devils during a raid on one of their strongholds. What followed was a very agonizing seven days involving torture through various means. He had never thought the House of Devils to be so sadistic in their methods. Though he was eventually rescused, he still had the scars to remind him of that one week. The Titan grew silent and absentmindedly rubbed over his armored forearm. It had been almost 3 years since then. He remembered. His Ghost certainly remembered.

His Ghost narrowed its single brow, if it could even be called that. "I'm not saying this like I'm your parental figure, because that would be impossible. Don't strain your body, or you're be less effective in combat."

"If it pleases you, I'll take a nap." Arxus tucked away the small cloth he was using, pressing it into a pouch at his belt. Laying the shotgun aside of him, he leaned back against the warm rock behind him. He wished more than anything to be back on Earth. Nothing would stop him from finishing the mission; not the Cabal or Vex, and certainly not the House of Storms.