He remembers his sister's throne differently: an amalgam of Eliksni flotsam built from the spoils of war, its great weight suspended from the rafters. A throne Uldren set ablaze in the wake of losing her. His first step down a forsaken path. Crow lays a hand on the throne before him. It is empty and ponderous, silhouetted by distant nebulae and cosmic dust. It feels smooth. Too smooth. "It was here that I first heard the news of your death," calls a familiar voice behind him. He turns to see his sister striding down the hall. Mara takes her place beside him and gazes out into the far reaches of space. "Did you mourn for me?" Crow asks. "I did," his sister replies. She is silent for a moment. "And I regret what I did to you. The manipulation, the subtle coercion. None of it went the way I intended." Crow follows her gaze out into the endless void. "I know what that's like." "Remorse and recriminations," Mara says absently. She turns her eyes toward him. "If you could go back, alter the course of your history, what would you change?" He can't help but laugh. "Where to begin?" Crow muses with a smirk. It fades soon enough. "Cayde," he whispers. Mara raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" "Before then, I could have taken a different road. But once I pulled that trigger…" He shakes his head. "Everything else, I can set right. But not that. I just wish I could tell him I shouldn't have done it." "I see," Mara murmurs. Her eyes shine in the starlight. Crow sighs and rolls his shoulders back. "I should get going. Vanguard's waiting on my report." "We all have our obligations, I suppose." "Don't I know it." Crow nods as he heads down the hall. He pauses at the portal to the Dreaming City and glances back at Mara. Ringed by the distant nebulae, she shimmers like a mirage on desert sands. And then Crow is gone. "See you soon." Mara's voice echoes across the empty chamber as the illusion fades. "O brother mine."