[He’s free, scrabbling for a moment in the snow to try and right himself again and get to the knife to end everything. Hank gets their first, though, and the weapon disappears off into the squall. Inconvenient. A setback. But that isn’t going to stop Cayde, isn’t going to deter him or even slow him down, because as soon as he finds his footing he lashes out, throwing a quick right-hook to try to catch Hank off guard. It isn’t in the best form, he’s still rattled by whatever had happened before, and as a siren crows in the distance he actually freezes for a fraction of a second.
It isn’t right, there’s something wrong, this isn’t how things are supposed to be. It’s enough time for a single thought, why the resistance, to arc through his processors before he hits another recursion hard. It doesn’t make sense, it shouldn’t be like this, he has to go and to do that he has to kill.
All the while, the storm rages around the both of them but for a moment reality seems to shift, seems to bend and twist and things aren’t right. He has to keep going, that’s the only way to stop this, whatever this is, but he’s staggered now when he throws himself at Hank, his movement significantly less controlled than before.]
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It isn’t right, there’s something wrong, this isn’t how things are supposed to be. It’s enough time for a single thought, why the resistance, to arc through his processors before he hits another recursion hard. It doesn’t make sense, it shouldn’t be like this, he has to go and to do that he has to kill.
All the while, the storm rages around the both of them but for a moment reality seems to shift, seems to bend and twist and things aren’t right. He has to keep going, that’s the only way to stop this, whatever this is, but he’s staggered now when he throws himself at Hank, his movement significantly less controlled than before.]
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