"I hope you're right. I hope I don't risk opening up and just find it all as barren as I imagined it," the Titan sighed, staring out at the ever-shifting dust clouds, the innumerable shades of purple and pink obscuring the masses of metal. He felt, often, like the Reef itself, just inverted. All anyone saw of him was the first impression: an immense mass, cold and unfeeling. But inside he was flimsy, weak wisps of dust, formless and uncertain. A fortress full of storms.

"I don't think the Queen would mind. The Prince has a fairly low opinion of Guardians, but most of the Awoken only care about what you do, not who you are. I think I could find a place if I didn't make myself too troublesome."