[That gets a raise of a browplate; Daylight is the first person he's come across that's ever mentioned visiting anywhere outside of 'Earth'. And while Earth was subjective between the entire lot of them, it seemed, there's something comforting to hear that the moon retained its desolate hellscape across space-time.
There's a slight shift in the mood, however, and Cayde takes quiet note; it's not something he can put a finger on, but there's something there, something that he's not going to push. There are times to be nosy, and this isn't entirely one of them. So he lets Daylight lead their attention away, observing the sketch with an approving nod. It's honestly impressive, he's got to give the other a lot of credit.]
Pretty good, yeah. Right out here though- [He reaches out, gloved fingers drawing a few lines across the horizon of the sketch.] There's a big wall. Keeps everyone safe. And keeps everyone in.
[Necessary, he's always heard Zavala and his titans preach that. But hunters were never made to be caged, and while the safety and security was more ameniable after the Red War, Cayde still knows that there will always be a part of him that longs for the serenity and freedom of the open roads.
Questions though, Daylight is asking questions. Mouth lights flickering in amusement, Cayde holes up a hand to try to get a moment so he can squeeze in an answer.] Old is old, buddy. I don't know how long they've been calling it 'Old Russia', but I know it started a long time before I rezzed up. And that was a couple of centuries ago, so...hell, I don't know? I'd probably say a couple hundred years? A thousand? Hard to say. And there's definitely other places, Old Chicago is one hell of a wasp's nest that you want to avoid, but...
[He pauses to think for a moment.] Where I'm from there's a lot that's been lost. Everything is old, I suppose humanity's trying to establish 'new'.
oops my titan-main bias is showing
There's a slight shift in the mood, however, and Cayde takes quiet note; it's not something he can put a finger on, but there's something there, something that he's not going to push. There are times to be nosy, and this isn't entirely one of them. So he lets Daylight lead their attention away, observing the sketch with an approving nod. It's honestly impressive, he's got to give the other a lot of credit.]
Pretty good, yeah. Right out here though- [He reaches out, gloved fingers drawing a few lines across the horizon of the sketch.] There's a big wall. Keeps everyone safe. And keeps everyone in.
[Necessary, he's always heard Zavala and his titans preach that. But hunters were never made to be caged, and while the safety and security was more ameniable after the Red War, Cayde still knows that there will always be a part of him that longs for the serenity and freedom of the open roads.
Questions though, Daylight is asking questions. Mouth lights flickering in amusement, Cayde holes up a hand to try to get a moment so he can squeeze in an answer.] Old is old, buddy. I don't know how long they've been calling it 'Old Russia', but I know it started a long time before I rezzed up. And that was a couple of centuries ago, so...hell, I don't know? I'd probably say a couple hundred years? A thousand? Hard to say. And there's definitely other places, Old Chicago is one hell of a wasp's nest that you want to avoid, but...
[He pauses to think for a moment.] Where I'm from there's a lot that's been lost. Everything is old, I suppose humanity's trying to establish 'new'.