The Hunter misunderstood many things in his life, he misunderstood the intentions of the vanguard's tactics and values, the way he would be the most eager to leave this hell, but instead they'd send the Titan who would much rather guard his lion den. Most times his partners were astray from him, Zavala talked too much about his Titans, but was pretty average. But then there was Ikora, her eyes were cold and deadbeat, like a deep lavender color with a grey undertone, they used to be alive, but they were aged. She was cold to him now it's like her quick glances were glares that punctured his confidence, and even the littlest noises she'd make at his failures would kill him on the inside. It was as if she had this power that crumbled people's spirits. In her defense, she never knew she was this cold, she was merely being was she was told to be. A strong poised warlock, who needed to keep her eyes on her sworn duty. But in other's eyes she was just another scary leader, the mentor people whispered about behind her back. Then at the same time, she knew about this, and she shamed herself for it, compared herself to a monster. She couldn't stand herself for of it. She knew she wasn't taught all too well, especially when it all came from a Warlock with an ego. This is just a single one shot about two Vanguards, two Stories, but the same problems.