Saint looks up, grim faced. He did not enjoy what needed to be said.

"When I returned to the Tower, you were dead. Murdered by Uldren Sov. Our young friend pursued him, taking out the Barons and eventually Uldren himself."

He downs half of his coffee in a single gulp.

"Much has changed since then, apparently. Eris Morn has uncovered dire portents of the return of the Dakrness. I was saved from certain death in the Infinite Forest, and eventually returned to the City. The Cabal have set the Almighty on a collision course with the City, and Zavala and Ana have been arming Rasputin to destroy it. They were still working on that when I was taken, but but given the Young Wolf's involvement, I have no fear that it will be resolved."

There was more, much more, but he imagined all this would be a lot to process at once. He gently places his coffee back down again.

"They still have not found a replacement for your position."

Saint sounds pained to say all this. He'd heard the whispers, about why him, and why not Cayde. The City had time to heal from his own death, and moved on without him, but Cayde's death was still a fresh wound for them.

He did not blame them. He couldn't blame them.