It was a replica of Saint-14's helmet, you see.

Many have asked me, "Bishop, why are you wearing that helmet?" or "Are you pretending to be Saint?"

I never really know how to answer those questions.

Is it because of my calling as a Sentinel?

Is it because I'm inspired by the name my Ghost gave me?

Or perhaps I simply look up to the legendary Titan so much that I wanted to be like him?

I did my best to perform my duties and protect the people of the Last City, but there was always something lacking in my actions. A conviction.

I was asked to do the impossible since the day of my rebirth. To be the shield of humanity, forever battling against the forces of evil. Guardians may be immortals, but even we cannot defy Death's calling.

I struggled to find meaning. I was no Crota's End. I did not slay Oryx. I did not partake in the SIVA suppression. I was just another faceless Guardian doing his job among a sea of legends.

However, I now know the terror those fireteams felt when the Red Legion invaded Earth.

We did the best we could, brothers and sisters in arms pushing back against the warmongers. They were strong, but our Light was stronger. We would not let them massacre the innocents for their bloodthirsty conquest.

But we were naive. Too foolish, too prideful to think that the Light is something we own, instead of a fleeting gift. You may think that we would have learned since the first Hive invasion on Luna. You thought wrong.

One by one they cut my comrades down, who have spent their Light to buy time for the citizens to escape.

I guided the remaining groups outside the wall as fast as I could. However, the Red Legion was unyielding. They would not stop until every single soul in the Last City has been eradicated.

For the first time, Death stared at me. For the first time, I was afraid.

I don't want to die.

When we reached the gate, the debris had made sure not all can pass through at once.

Screams were heard when a few Legionnaires opened fire. I quickly put up a shield, but not before a stray bullet hit my helmet off. I quickly took them down and retreated back to my wall.

My hands were shaking. My fear is consuming me.

When I stared down the ground, I saw my reflection on my helmet. Saint-14's helmet.

Did Saint felt the same fear as I did, as he held his ground on the Battle of the Six Fronts?

Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't. While he may have not been as powerful as Osiris, or as deadly as Shin Malpur, but he never gave up during that day, even in the face of despair.

I picked up my helmet and wore them on again. When I looked through it, I saw my conviction.

A large group of Red Legion soldiers found us, but there were still many waiting to escape.

I dropped my weapon, and with all my remaining Light swelling inside me, I cast out my Ward of Dawn.

I may be a nobody, whose death will not be missed by anyone.

But, I am a Titan of the Last City.

And the walls are where I stood. Not one step more.

I poured all of my soul into the Ward as every fiber in my body screamed in agony. It shined with such intensity that it blinded my enemies.

I continued to hold the Ward as they unleash their heavy weaponry. They dare not enter to challenge me, but they know they can wear me down.

As I stared at the starless night, I wondered what Saint would say if he saw me.

With more soldiers arrived, the barrage of projectiles increased. The Ward would not hold long enough for me to survive, but it would be enough for the rest to escape.

As I draw my last, unwavering breath, I converted my entire body into the Light and gave it all to the Ward.

My name is Bishop.

I am a Titan of the Last City. And the walls are where I stood.

Not one step more.