Solstice Mask (Rekindled)

Hide your true face from the sun, lest you get burned.

"Now is not the time, Cayde." Sword strike. Forty-one Cabal down. "On the contrary, my horned friend." Throwing knife. Thirty-six. "These red lesions are burning down our house. The stakes have never been higher!" Hand cannon. Thirty-seven. "Let's say… two thousand Glimmer a head." "Ikora said 'Red Legion,' you fool. And no." Sword strike. Forty-two and forty-three. "Five thousand." "I will not wager against you when our home—" Severed. "Wh— What is this? Cayde, what have you done to me? Another trick to win a bet we haven't made?" "Ugh." "Cayde!" "No, you big ox! I can't… ugh. Can't you see that it got me too? Look out!" Sidearm. Thirty-eight. "The Light is beyond my reach. My Ghost is empty." Sword strike. Forty-four. "This means…" "They need us. We should split up." Throwing knife. Thirty-nine. "I'll sweep the streets, you take the—" "Ten thousand." Sword strike. Forty-five. "THESE are the highest stakes." Sword strike. Forty-six. "You want a bet, Hunter? Let's bet. The only prize is our lives. For all time.” Hand cannon. Firefly! Forty, forty-one, forty-two. "You're on."