"Oh, no. I mean, it's not much in their favor, but at least they aren't the Hive. Vex are part of some vast machine collective, Cabal are regular troopers from some high-gravity world, and the Fallen, they're a bunch of pirates hanging on to what nobility they've got left." She takes in Adia's expression and tries to be reassuring. "And hey, even the Hive can learn fear. And now their god Crota is dead - really dead - at the hands of a Guardian."

Ghost perks up curiously. "That might depend on where you go... but thank you. I would like that, very much."

The engram turns out to be some sort of fried dough, crunchy and faintly spiced, coated in a layer of cinnamon sugar. The paper wrappings have different colors and patterns - the one she just tried was purple, but there's green for the sour ones, and red for the salty ones.