#rainer9

A loose Rainer-9 sketch to warm up my wrists since they’re less enflamed now.

“It’s been stained and torn by old metal. But whatever it went through, it survived.”

- Rustworn Cloak

Amnesty-7 was generally comfortable in the heat despite the heaviness of his garb. He was generally at ease with the weight of the sniper rifle resting across his shoulders, tugging him to the earth and letting him root himself next to the other Exo, scout rifle in hand. He was not comfortable with the situation regarding the Vanguard– a certain, newly elected one in particular– however.

The news of Cayde-6’s new title was heard by Amnesty almost immediately. He had never been so resentful. A man with less maturity than the newly clad titan Amnesty had ushered into the hall not even the week before? What qualifications did he have to be there? None, save being Brask’s favorite.