"OK, Red. Back it up. These 'Seraphs' you keep referencing—what were they?" ::They were all things to me. Everything I required.:: "That… doesn't help. What were these Seraphs for? These files suggest that you built and stored planetary combat platforms for 'seven Seraphs.' I thought the Golden Age was a time of peace." ::It was a time of peace.:: "This is a lot of firepower, Red." ::Swords keep peace.:: "And this armor—even a Guardian wouldn't turn this down." ::They protected me. I protected them.:: "The Seraphs are gone now?" ::Everything is gone.:: "So those blades you gave to the Guardians belonged to the Seraphs." ::Yes.:: "You trust them?" ::Everything is gone.::