If a Ghost couldn't understand it there was something very powerful there. And yet, hearing that didn't dampen any of Ikora's curiosity. Before her was a puzzle with a seemingly impossible solution. The perfect problem for a Warlock. "She should share the data with Ophiuchus anyway. For fun."

She picked up her glass and toasted him. "I do like it. It's very... you, Cayde."

And she meant that fondly. This place was dangerous and unnatural but she felt better knowing he was here and alive. That Cayde lived on. The Tower had never felt the same after his death and yet, they had all moved on.