This does not wear Atlas. Must hide, [ it offers by way of explanation, moving forward with purposefulness only gained from deep familiarity with one's surroundings. The Last knows this portion of the ship, and well.
And it's only guiding Cayde further into it from the looks of things. More and more there's sand and dirt instead of metal flooring, the walls splotchy with moss and fungi. ]
This hides. Waiting. Searching. [ It pauses and comes to a stop, turning its body to look back at Cayde. ]
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And it's only guiding Cayde further into it from the looks of things. More and more there's sand and dirt instead of metal flooring, the walls splotchy with moss and fungi. ]
This hides. Waiting. Searching. [ It pauses and comes to a stop, turning its body to look back at Cayde. ]
For you.