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Varrus stood there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. There was no formal ceremony for passing the mark along, and it was typically done in a guardian’s dying breaths anyways. Despite his appearance, he was far from dead, so he simply decided to do away with any ceremony and keep things simple.

"Sara, we shall all depart for the tower soon, and I fear I shall be too busy with preparations for a trip to do this later, so I shall ask now."

The giant knelt somewhat, bringing his helm down to eye level with the smaller titan, and held up his fist in front of him. In his grasp, hung his mark, its voidmail shimmering a soft purple-white glow, its buckle, fashioned like two interlocking fists, hanging open.

"This is the mark of the voidborn. Have you heard of it? Not many have. It is the legacy of countless defenders, from the ancient battle of six fronts, down through the annals of history, to now. Each of these links is the light of a fallen titan, who died for the final time defending the city. It is both a honor, and a burden. A burden...I can no longer bear."

"I have been tested, and found wanting. I am too weak to bear the mark. Which is why I present it to you. It is yours, if you choose, and it is entirely your right to refuse. I do have second choices, but you are my first for a reason."