#sylenth

It clears the mind, focuses the eye,  brings everything into painful, bright clarity. Pumps you full of adrenaline and lets you tear everything in your path until you can breathe again. Fear, that is. Breathe in. Breathe out. Again. It abates from his mind, a shakiness he can’t ignore snaking down his limbs and makes holding his knives tricky at best. Andal breathes deep and slow while his hammering heart beats the Ether from the air into his blood and Void falls from his shoulders like a heavy cloak. It’s a heady mix that makes him lightheaded. He sees Cayde across the room, Solar Light falling off him like he’s a small sun and the tremble in his limbs is gone in the ten steps it takes to get across the Fallen hideout and in front of the exo to grab the sides of his hood. The kiss he pulls Cayde in is pure Light and giddy elation. He wants to drown in it. When he steps back for air, Cayde is looking a bit drunk. His fingers hook over Andal’s belt, drawing him in. “So, I’m guessing loot’s not on your mind right now?”

Osiris stares at Felwinter across him, deft fingers reloading his sidearm with swiftness and precision. The whole process takes less than three seconds and there's not a single trace of tension in the exo.

He flinches away from a bullet ricocheting off the panel they're using as cover and grits his teeth, "How can you be so calm? The Fallen are ready to bring the sky down around us!"

Felwinter spares him a glance before ducking around to catch two dregs between the eyes. He shuffles back when wire rifles start blasting around them again.

"Should I not be?"

His voice is infuriatingly even.

"Perhaps a more appropriate reaction to our situation would have been concern, yes!"

"How so? Timur and Jolder are en route, we have the Fallen on a stalemate."

And that, more than anything else, makes Osiris gape, "We are cornered like rats! Our ammo keeps diminishing and the Fallen keep increasing! I'd be surprised if the Iron Lords arrived to find any part of us not ripped apart!"

Felwinter's gaze is steady as he looks over Osiris' frantic face, "Do you have so little faith in our Light?"

He pulls his shotgun off his back, Void slowly rising off his shoulders in a crest that has Osiris regretting opening his mouth.

"Let me remind you of its strength."

I sure do! I also have my DMs open for just about everything as well, including lore dumps!

Ok so...

puts on my Out Of My Ass Headcanons Hat

I get the feeling that, with Cayde calling Tevis the most experienced Nightstalker they got and Ghost also calling him a cussed old guy, and that's back in D1, so I'm willing to bet he's at the very least older than Cayde, who wasn't even around to see the Iron Lords or fight in Six Fronts (and also older than Quantis Rhee, that other Nightstalker we've never seen and I NEED TO MEET HER)

So it's very possible he's been around to see the entire procession of Hunter Vanguards, since most/all of them... probably didn't hold the seat for too long

If he was around before Six Fronts, that means he could have met Tallulah and Caliban while they were both still on the field

And I think the proper way Hunters met during the time before the Vanguard was established properly and standardised strikes getting set up, was when their kills/loot was stolen by another Hunter. I think it went something along the lines of Tevis tailing some Fallen crew for either a kill or to steal loot and Tallulah (and/or Caliban, I think those two are absolutely joined at the hip) probably butted in and blew it all sky-high. And it ended up with them arguing and fighting their way through Shit™️ From there on, I guess it would have been a case of "You're competent and I got a good lead but need people, you in?" and... they just stuck around each other. (I have a half-finished story about this actually because I can't help myself)