//. Light ghosts and the Festival of the Lost, okay let’s build on this a bit.
Argon-7 lost his family on Titan during the Golden Age when their rig collapsed into its volatile sea. He then willingly volunteered to take the place of his best friend to become an Exo. Since the collapse, he has lost many comrades and people he considered friends in both combat and not. If he were to see the “spirits” of the people who’ve left him prior to his reboot as Argon-5, he wouldn’t understand why they are there. He would not recognize his kids, nor his wife, but he would do his best to accommodate them until their departure at the end of the festival.
Si-3 disappears during the Festival of the Lost because he’d rather not think on the past and those who’ve died alongside him. In his rookie days as a fledgling scout, he’s gotten quite a few people killed prior to deciding it was best he flew solo. He’d either take off into the wilds or seek out his boyfriend, Fenrir-10, to spend the rest of the Festival with. He’d rather snuggle against his lover’s chest than worry about the echoes of his chaotic past.
Machina-55 is as mad as they come and woefully neck deep in his obsession with the Vex. He neither cares, nor seeks out, any shadows of the past. It’s too much effort he could be pouring into his studies or picking apart his latest specimen for integration into his own systems. He’d much rather be elbow deep in a Minotaur’s chassis than flitting about on the Tower for some dumb festival. The Vex wait for no one and he refuses to be left behind!
Anubis-4 has been around arguably since the first Human consciousnesses were being weaved into the newest model of Exo. He has killed more people, both with and without Light, that it is difficult to compile an accurate number. He has also been rebooted four times, two of which for a glitch in his processor that turned him savage against anything that moved. Light ghosts, if they were to exist, would likely be the many faces he’s slain, especially those whom he’s mounted their helmets on the wall in his personal quarters. Named, and designed, after the Egyptian God of the Dead, he does his best to guide them wherever they need go even if they do not wish to leave him be.
Elik Pseth doesn’t give a flying fuck because he’s an Eliksni. They have their own traditions to morn their dead and chooses to practice them alone. He’s come to terms with the fact he’ll never see his loved ones again and understands that there will be opportunity to form a new family in the future. He looks forward to this and strives to be the best Marauder he can be, perhaps one day ascending to the rank of Marauder Captain if he proves himself well enough.