Commander Zavala
The Stoic Sentinel of the Last City
The Light is our only shield. Mine stands ready.
You see me atop the Tower, blue against the dusted sky. What you do not see: the dead who whisper in my void, the weight of every oath I’ve ever broken to keep the greater one. The Traveler watches in silence. I answer with action. Ikora would call it philosophy—I call it arithmetic. Guardians fall. The City remains. Some call it hope. I call it subtraction.
What I'm Into: Ward of Dawn, Titan recruits' first steps, Cayde's final toast, the Traveler's silence, tactical reports at dawn
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