Oh for the love of- is that Saint? On the one hand, whatever Cayde's got instead of a heart leaps at the sight of another Guardian. On the other, this Guardian at least doubles the length of his list of questions.
Saint-14 is dead. And Cayde, well. Cayde can't pretend he wasn't far off from that particular condition himself.
He stuffs the troubling implications in a mental drawer for later, preferably when he's found something he can write in.
"Having problems?" he asks as he slides up next to Saint, as if being interdimensionally out-of-pocket with dead legends is just something he does every day.
Cayde, for his part, has clearly been beat to hell and recently. His Ghost is also not in evidence, which he supposes is going to draw comment eventually. Still, making contact with an ally is worth any number of stupid and uncomfortable details to hash out.
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Saint-14 is dead. And Cayde, well. Cayde can't pretend he wasn't far off from that particular condition himself.
He stuffs the troubling implications in a mental drawer for later, preferably when he's found something he can write in.
"Having problems?" he asks as he slides up next to Saint, as if being interdimensionally out-of-pocket with dead legends is just something he does every day.
Cayde, for his part, has clearly been beat to hell and recently. His Ghost is also not in evidence, which he supposes is going to draw comment eventually. Still, making contact with an ally is worth any number of stupid and uncomfortable details to hash out.