As I looked out into the Reef, attempting to calm myself, I heard footsteps approaching me, and turned to them. The sight that caught my eyes made them widen in surprise: the Guardian was walking toward myself and the ship, her posture one of sadness and grief, as of... As of leaving behind that which one called home. "You didn't." I said. When she looked to me and did not deny it, my eyes widened further. "You would trust me, whom you have only just met, over those you have known for far longer?"