[Hank’s already hunched over against the wind, and he’s about as on alert as it’s possible to be while dealing with the slow, boring, creepy process of maybe freezing to death. That, knowing someone’s out there, and hearing the too fast footsteps in the snow, it all gives him just enough time to react without getting sliced open. Hank drops, rolls, and tries to get a wjde-eyed look at whoever - whatever? - it is that’s been doing all this.]
Cayde?
[He probably doesn’t have time to stare; he puts up his hands, palms out, arms wide. Is he wearing a stab vest in this hallucination? He doesn’t know, tries to think real hard about wearing one, and gets himself ready to dodge whatever he needs to.]
Cayde, what the fuck? It’s me! Hank! What the fuck are you doing?
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[Hank’s already hunched over against the wind, and he’s about as on alert as it’s possible to be while dealing with the slow, boring, creepy process of maybe freezing to death. That, knowing someone’s out there, and hearing the too fast footsteps in the snow, it all gives him just enough time to react without getting sliced open. Hank drops, rolls, and tries to get a wjde-eyed look at whoever - whatever? - it is that’s been doing all this.]
Cayde?
[He probably doesn’t have time to stare; he puts up his hands, palms out, arms wide. Is he wearing a stab vest in this hallucination? He doesn’t know, tries to think real hard about wearing one, and gets himself ready to dodge whatever he needs to.]
Cayde, what the fuck? It’s me! Hank! What the fuck are you doing?