[ ... wow. cayde's world sounds pretty... dangerous.
super cool - the sort of place he'd love to explore and learn and live, if he had been given the option to poke his nose about - but dangerous all the same.
it's also difficult for him to wrap his processors around the concept of hundreds and thousands being used for time. having been more or less raised on earth terms for, well, everything before he went off to space (and then deep space) later on in life. the idea of a hundred years is a long time for day. thousands of years? maybe more? that's... that's a lot, of course. a lot and overwhelming.
now he's stuck with a hundred more questions he wants to so badly ask - what do you mean by 'rezzed'? why do you need a wall? is it because of the things that can be found in places like old chicago? is everyone okay? - but daylight himself can tell some of those questions are pretty loaded.
so.
he decides to go with the most obvious thing to comment on: ]
Sounds like humanity, alright — Always ready to get back on their feet, even if they get knocked down. [ and they can be knocked down a lot, from what his parents' writings and family's reports are to be believed.
he looks down and begins to build up on the lines cayde drew down, thinking maybe it's a fusion of old items and new technology. high walls. turrets, maybe. this new thing to draw gives him an excellent excuse to not quite make eye contact while he speaks. ]
We had something big happen in pit universe too. Something big that made things Old and changed a lot of lives even if it's been years and years and years when it first started.
It was pretty... bad. I wasn't there when it happened but I heard it was, um, harrowing for those involved or got involved, one way or another.
... I hope your thing gets solved soon. Because it sounds like it isn't yet and no one should be stuck with that for years and years and years. It's- It's hard. Yeah.
[ oh man is this wall difficult for him to draw or what??? time to super focus on it and not the nervous fluttering of his winglets...!! ]
it is great and must be encouraged!!
super cool - the sort of place he'd love to explore and learn and live, if he had been given the option to poke his nose about - but dangerous all the same.
it's also difficult for him to wrap his processors around the concept of hundreds and thousands being used for time. having been more or less raised on earth terms for, well, everything before he went off to space (and then deep space) later on in life. the idea of a hundred years is a long time for day. thousands of years? maybe more? that's... that's a lot, of course. a lot and overwhelming.
now he's stuck with a hundred more questions he wants to so badly ask - what do you mean by 'rezzed'? why do you need a wall? is it because of the things that can be found in places like old chicago? is everyone okay? - but daylight himself can tell some of those questions are pretty loaded.
so.
he decides to go with the most obvious thing to comment on: ]
Sounds like humanity, alright — Always ready to get back on their feet, even if they get knocked down. [ and they can be knocked down a lot, from what his parents' writings and family's reports are to be believed.
he looks down and begins to build up on the lines cayde drew down, thinking maybe it's a fusion of old items and new technology. high walls. turrets, maybe. this new thing to draw gives him an excellent excuse to not quite make eye contact while he speaks. ]
We had something big happen in pit universe too. Something big that made things Old and changed a lot of lives even if it's been years and years and years when it first started.
It was pretty... bad. I wasn't there when it happened but I heard it was, um, harrowing for those involved or got involved, one way or another.
... I hope your thing gets solved soon. Because it sounds like it isn't yet and no one should be stuck with that for years and years and years. It's- It's hard. Yeah.
[ oh man is this wall difficult for him to draw or what??? time to super focus on it and not the nervous fluttering of his winglets...!! ]