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    "description": "Saint-14 followed the trajectory of the Hawk as it plummeted. He reached the crash site several miles out.  \n\nThe Legion patrol that arrived soon afterwards had come prepared to confront a few injured civilians. Not Saint-14. While the crew huddled under his Ward of Dawn, Saint hurled his shield at the field commander's rifle, then charged. \n\nEven battle couldn't silence his thoughts entirely. It was unkind of him, to wish for Osiris to be here beside him, trading blows with the enemy. Osiris was no longer helpless, but neither was he unchanged. If he were here, Saint would have asked that he stay inside the Ward's shield with the others. \n\nBut Osiris had run off to Neptune, where Saint could do nothing for him but wait. \n\nSaint punched through a Phalanx shield, tore it from the Shadow Legionary's grip, and brought it down repeatedly onto the Legionary's head. \n\nWhen Saint was finished, he extended a hand toward the nearest civilian. \n\n\"Come. Geppetto and I will lead you back to the Farm.\" \n\nThe woman was focused on cutting at her scarf with her knife, working with the determined focus of someone performing a ritual. He looked at the faded violet cloth in her hand, and the familiarity of the moment washed over him.  \n\nSaint sank to one knee and waited patiently as she tied the strip of material to his armor. \n\nThings had not changed so much. He could be patient. He would tell Osiris this story, too, when they were face to face once more.",
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  "subtitle": "\"Look after the people. The Traveler can take care of itself… I hope.\" —Amanda Holliday",
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