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Once, he sees a vision of himself. Straight-shouldered, warm in the [[Mars|Martian]] sun, standing between Kabr and Pahanin. Kabr's helmet is familiar; it's one Praedyth helped make. He was a defter hand with spinfoil lamination than Kabr ever was. Kabr had worn that helmet barely five years into their life as a fireteam, worn it for six straight months, till he cracked it in half in the [[Crucible]]. That vision makes Praedyth weep—desiccated as he is, he didn't think he had it in him. | Once, he sees a vision of himself. Straight-shouldered, warm in the [[Mars|Martian]] sun, standing between Kabr and Pahanin. Kabr's helmet is familiar; it's one Praedyth helped make. He was a defter hand with spinfoil lamination than Kabr ever was. Kabr had worn that helmet barely five years into their life as a fireteam, worn it for six straight months, till he cracked it in half in the [[Crucible]]. That vision makes Praedyth weep—desiccated as he is, he didn't think he had it in him. | ||
The [[Vault of Glass|Vault]] shows him [[Mercury]] again and again, recognizable only thanks to the scale of the sun in the sky. Sometimes there's rubble hanging in space, a planetary ring still forming. Sometimes there's nothing but rubble, and when he turns, he doesn't see any of the other planets in the system. Gone, somehow, eaten down to the crumbs. | The [[Vault of Glass (location)|Vault]] shows him [[Mercury]] again and again, recognizable only thanks to the scale of the sun in the sky. Sometimes there's rubble hanging in space, a planetary ring still forming. Sometimes there's nothing but rubble, and when he turns, he doesn't see any of the other planets in the system. Gone, somehow, eaten down to the crumbs. | ||
Praedyth wouldn't mind those visions so much if he could only feel the warmth of that colossal sun. His hands are always cold, here in the Vault. | Praedyth wouldn't mind those visions so much if he could only feel the warmth of that colossal sun. His hands are always cold, here in the Vault. | ||