“So, there I was. Bang bang, pew pew, a few booms here and there. Pretty good at those- a-anyways. I’m in the middle of all these ugly suckers, firing off left and right. Took on enough jabs to last a Titan a lifetime. But they... they just keep coming. Suddenly, a big fellow rolls up on me, nasty smile, the sort that you wouldn’t want to show a mother. He’s up in my face and I’m thinking, ‘surely, he’s gonna have some bag guy dialogue to let me charge up a Golden Gun shot.’ But, nope, not a peep. Knocked me on my ass. However, I’m used to it. Always have been, guess that’s the cocky side of me... I guess... I guess that’s what went wrong. I got too used to it. And so did she... Like her usual self, she was there, ready to give me the pick me up I needed. The one-two to get me back into the action. It was routine for us... Until... until it wasn’t. Like fireworks in the sky, she’s in pieces, falling back to earth... well, the Prison of- anyways- she’s... gone. Lights... out.”

The boisterous man watched as the shimmering of his hand cannon glistened when he tilted it. The exo’s jaw bashed open on one side, a sickly light in the center of something that could only be described as deathly black in the sockets of his eyes. There was no expression you could decipher on the robotic face. If there was anything you could possibly read from its looks, it was the eyes. Those eyes that hungered.

“I gotta thank him, honestly. Really, I do. He really opened my eyes- well- my chest, but my eyes too. I had to close them first, but when I opened my eyes... it was blinding. Blinding how... black... it is.

The decayed exo raised the ghost from the ground, the lights blinking desperately searching for life in its guardian beneath the feet of this... hunter. There was barely a breath left in him as the guardian laid crippled on the floor, entry wounds riddling his body, a smoke that looked to be absorbing any light that existed around it.

“Though, sometimes, I do think to myself that I miss her. We were a good team after all. Then again...”

He raised the ghost to his lips, slowly, but surely, a mist of light escaped from the crevices of the ghost’s shell, the flickering of its light being swallowed almost painfully. There was no expression to be shown, but you could feel the chill. You could feel his joy.

“Maybe it’s just because I’m hungry.”