[Sighing quietly, Cayde leans back against the counter and contemplates the cup in his hand for a moment, trying to find the right words for everything.]

It's kinda complicated, yeah?

[Okay, very complicated.]

Real long story, but you hit the gist of it on the head. I went somewhere, gave everything to ice and snow, and then bam, you get the handsome devil you see before you.

[At least...he thinks. That's what his old journals said, but there's always the possibility that none of it was true.]