To be fair, I’ve never had anyone actually there to sock me out of it.
[It’s such a strange concept, to have someone in his head like that, but Cayde can’t deny its effectiveness. Hundreds upon hundreds of years, and this is the first time he’s ever gotten a chance to clear his head and regain his wits in the shadow of the Crypt. Is there some irony there? That it’s taken being yanked from house and home and thrown into magical bullshit with a bunch of strangers for him to be able to logically parse through the dream? Maybe. He can’t really bring himself to care too much.
Instead he glances over at Hank with a small snort of unexpected amusement; how someone could be so accepting of what’d happened…it’s kind of a relief. Not that he’d ever admit that aloud, but it’s nice to not dwell on the very real implications of ‘hey I tried to kill you, sorry about that’. Maybe it’s not healthiest to sweep it under the rug, but with the fuckery of Akvos in general and now a bunch of private thoughts on view to people he’ll take any break he can.
He looks down at their arms, nudges Hank back with a fond grin and a cheeky waggle of his browplates.]
But I promise you this: I’ve done so many cool things, so just seeing one wouldn’t blow all my cool points. Give me a little credit.
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[It’s such a strange concept, to have someone in his head like that, but Cayde can’t deny its effectiveness. Hundreds upon hundreds of years, and this is the first time he’s ever gotten a chance to clear his head and regain his wits in the shadow of the Crypt. Is there some irony there? That it’s taken being yanked from house and home and thrown into magical bullshit with a bunch of strangers for him to be able to logically parse through the dream? Maybe. He can’t really bring himself to care too much.
Instead he glances over at Hank with a small snort of unexpected amusement; how someone could be so accepting of what’d happened…it’s kind of a relief. Not that he’d ever admit that aloud, but it’s nice to not dwell on the very real implications of ‘hey I tried to kill you, sorry about that’. Maybe it’s not healthiest to sweep it under the rug, but with the fuckery of Akvos in general and now a bunch of private thoughts on view to people he’ll take any break he can.
He looks down at their arms, nudges Hank back with a fond grin and a cheeky waggle of his browplates.]
But I promise you this: I’ve done so many cool things, so just seeing one wouldn’t blow all my cool points. Give me a little credit.