Yeah, this one's for you. You're the only one I've provided an actual map. Of course, I doubt I'll remember which spot I actually hid this one with, so this might be the first or the middle or the last. Or maybe someone else got to this one first. Tommy? Wouldn't be surprised if it were you. If you find this first you put it back right where you found it. Also stop reading. I mean it!
So I thought long and hard about what sort of thing you'd want. Short of taking me apart, of course, because otherwise that question's a no-brainer. That's still a big 'no' by the way. Truth is, I don't know how well Sundance might be able to keep putting me back together. Light's still there, but maybe a quick fix is all she can manage. Anything major, or hey, if the power cuts out again? Who knows. Can't say it'll really keep me from doing what I do. I'll take a bullet for you or Jon any time, and that's not just because I figure I can handle it best. I'm bad with losses. You know that? It's not something I deal with well. After what you did that other day, breaking my fall, busting your arm- Look, I already watched Jon get spat at to absolute delirium and it's a wonder he didn't get shot back there on the Agrii ship.
That's not really much of an explanation after I read this, but it's the best I've got. So maybe these are lousy Dawning gifts. "Hey Cayde, why're you giving me your sentimental letters to your possibly imaginary son?" They're memories. I don't know how long we'll all be here, or when whoever's been messing around with us will decide to toss us back. I don't know if we'll remember any of this. Thinking about that kind of hurts the most, so I don't. So I figure at least this way they'll be around somewhere, for someone.
no subject
Yeah, this one's for you. You're the only one I've provided an actual map. Of course, I doubt I'll remember which spot I actually hid this one with, so this might be the first or the middle or the last. Or maybe someone else got to this one first. Tommy? Wouldn't be surprised if it were you. If you find this first you put it back right where you found it. Also stop reading. I mean it!
So I thought long and hard about what sort of thing you'd want. Short of taking me apart, of course, because otherwise that question's a no-brainer. That's still a big 'no' by the way. Truth is, I don't know how well Sundance might be able to keep putting me back together. Light's still there, but maybe a quick fix is all she can manage. Anything major, or hey, if the power cuts out again? Who knows. Can't say it'll really keep me from doing what I do. I'll take a bullet for you or Jon any time, and that's not just because I figure I can handle it best. I'm bad with losses. You know that? It's not something I deal with well. After what you did that other day, breaking my fall, busting your arm- Look, I already watched Jon get spat at to absolute delirium and it's a wonder he didn't get shot back there on the Agrii ship.
That's not really much of an explanation after I read this, but it's the best I've got. So maybe these are lousy Dawning gifts. "Hey Cayde, why're you giving me your sentimental letters to your possibly imaginary son?" They're memories. I don't know how long we'll all be here, or when whoever's been messing around with us will decide to toss us back. I don't know if we'll remember any of this. Thinking about that kind of hurts the most, so I don't. So I figure at least this way they'll be around somewhere, for someone.
In the meantime, we can still have our fun.
Cayde, out. ♤