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xi.
“You're really certain it's her?” Astur asks as they stand watching the group of three Guardians.
“I am,” Shuro Chi answers. “As is Sedia and the Corsairs. And Petra.”
Astur doesn't respond, their eyes intent on the Guadian in pink. The fireteam doesn't appear to be doing much. The other two, one in black with a cape, the other silver and shining with impractically large shoulder armor, are gesturing like they're having a debate.
The one they are watching shakes her head and takes a step back. She trips on her own feet, arms flying outward for balance as she nearly tumbles backward off the walkway. One of her teammates darts forward to grab her hand and pull her back upright. For a second they're all still and quiet, until a familiar laugh erupts and drifts their way.
Astur grips her arm.
“Oh my god,” they whisper, “it is her.”