I am completely fine, beyond the fact that I'm being walked away from the job I'm supposed to do. [There's definite annoyance in his tone, and despite the malaise that infects his systems he has enough mind left to protest.] Believe me, I've been through worse. This is kid's stuff, I promise you.
[Okay, perhaps a giant apocalyptic storm isn't necessarily 'child's play', but that's not the point. The point is that he wants to keep going, even if he feels like he's about to crumble in on himself.
Arenvald doesn't seem to want to listen to (flawed) logic, however, and as much as Cayde protests it doesn't change the fact that they're getting further and further away from the action. In the end it seems that struggling is futile, and with a dramatic sigh he lets himself sag against the armor against his cheek; it's not necessarily comfortable, but it's good to be off his feet. Not that he'd ever let Arenvald know that.]
You make a habit of slinging people over your back, then?
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[Okay, perhaps a giant apocalyptic storm isn't necessarily 'child's play', but that's not the point. The point is that he wants to keep going, even if he feels like he's about to crumble in on himself.
Arenvald doesn't seem to want to listen to (flawed) logic, however, and as much as Cayde protests it doesn't change the fact that they're getting further and further away from the action. In the end it seems that struggling is futile, and with a dramatic sigh he lets himself sag against the armor against his cheek; it's not necessarily comfortable, but it's good to be off his feet. Not that he'd ever let Arenvald know that.]
You make a habit of slinging people over your back, then?