Pelsor's words are genuine enough. But perhaps there's a hint of weary certainty to it rather than eager boasting. She is confident they have the strength. She's very sure she can slay Blaze again - and is keen on the idea. But even in saying so, there's no triumph in it. It's not the victory she intends, or she knows the cost will be great?

Others will come, she said.

"Rehnarr named you an ally," she says now, and waves a hand as if to brush aside any quibble he might have with that specific word. "You may walk the storm among us. And after, yes. Come with your message."

Trapped and silent, Ghost's pale blue gaze follows his Guardian's head. He's so close, so close, cut off from the steady ember of Light he can still detect in there. If he could just reach it...

But the Fallen are watching, and there's no chance of that.