Ah. A Titan approaches. Exo, the way he moves and sounds. Nike knows them well, down to the circuitry that replaces their circulatory systems. Her mistress is an Exo like this one. A Titan, like this one. Without realizing she is doing so, Nike relaxes ever so slightly. Waits for this lavender wearing hulking figure to settle into a seat before she says anything.

She is not of his people, though she does wear their garb. Carries their weapons. Fights for their cause.

"No, it would be hard to do so in your society anyway." When most of its most beloved figures are never seen sans their gear by anyone but their closest allies. But it doesn't change what she's observing, here in the Nexus or among the Guardians she has grown accustomed to living among. She pauses at his awkwardness in asking his question. Her stare lingers longer than is strictly necessary.

"I don't see the difference in those statements. Partners are partners. Many are wasted because they focus on inconsequential factors. You devote entire holidays venerating what is ultimately...." She trails off and shakes her head. It can't just be a waste of time.

People wouldn't dedicate precious resources to it if it were simply that.

But she does not understand.