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The "Aspect of Glass" eventually touched down in the Tower hangar, before being lowered into docking below. Arxus had himself transmatted out of his jumpship, and onto the Tower Plaza. It felt like it had been so long since he ever set foot on the Tower. As usual, it was bustling with activity from fellow Guardians and vendors alike. It felt good to be back.

With the first thing that Arxus did, he walked up to the storage vaults and opened up the inventory screen. Several different icons represented weapons and armor located in data storage. To replace the shotgun that he had lost during prior events, he withdrew a Patch-A; standard-issue Dead Orbit shotgun. He deposited the Hive Boomer he took while on Ceres, for... later experimentation.

He considered reporting his perspective of the Ceres Incident, and what happened to Theseus. He was tired enough as it was. He couldn't survive a lecture from Zavala on the "neccessity of combat awareness" or whatever. It was already late and he was exhausted. His muscles felt like gelatin. So Arxus moved over towards the steps that led up to the Tower Walk, and he took a seat. Pulling off his helmet, he gasped as he was able to breathe fresh oxygen for the first time in weeks.

In full, his armor had several damaged parts on it. There was a dent in his shoulder and left side, a crack his chestpiece and a scar across his helmet. He might get the rest of his armor fixed, but he liked the scar. It suited him, since he had a scar of his own. And there were more scars to be had from his latest mission. Not all of them physical, either. The death of his friends would weigh heavy on his mind for a long time, no matter how hard he masked it. It was always there, like a darkness in his own heart.