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“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Shry’s voice was thick with worry. He could sense her a few meters away, battered but unharmed. The issue was that they were very suddenly on Mercury when they had just been on Earth. The issue was Shry was holding a gun he’d never seen before. The issue was several days had passed and he had no data for them.
“Hey,” Shry’s hands were gently lifting his shell from the ground. Her helmet was discarded to one side, her hair standing on end as it did when she took the helmet off too fast. “Talk to me; are you okay?”
“I am unharmed but missing relevant data. What has happened?” To his everlasting alarm, Shry dropped to her knees, sobbing. He scanned her three times to be certain she wasn’t hurt. “Shry?”
“Fuck,” she managed. “I’ve missed you so much, Isaac. I was so scared.”
“What happened?” he asked again, more urgently.
“The device in the EDZ somehow put Sagira into your shell. She’s been with me ever since but then we found Panoptes and it ripped her back out again. It has her now.” Shry produced Sagira’s lifeless shell from her satchel. “I tried to tell her to let you go but she was desperate to get back to Osiris. And now-” She hiccupped and trailed off, trying to stop crying. With the necessary information, Isaac was able to see the difference in his archives and access Sagira’s memories of the past several days.
“I see,” he managed faintly. Distantly he knew he should be comforting Shry; determining their next course of action. He found himself unable to do so. Instead he was consumed with the novel experience of seething fury.
That Vex-witch Ghost had dared come between him and his Guardian? Had forced his Guardian into situations she did not choose for herself all out of a desire to free him? Had presumed to act as Ghost to his Guardian?
This would not stand.
“We need Ikora,” he decided. They were going after Osiris and Sagira. Prisoner of the Infinite Mind was far too kind a fate for those who caused Shry’s suffering.