[Cayde digests that a bit. He flips the knife in his hand with just a twirl of his fingers so the length of the blade won't be facing outwards and instead rests against the inner part of his forearm where it won't accidentally cut anyone.

He sighs again, his body shifting under Cloud's hand, and he shakes his head again, snorting in a weak laugh.]

Sure, give me the easy job.

[That's hardly an easy job and he knows it. Having to watch someone suffering and being unable to really do something about it. Moral support's a tough thing to offer under such circumstances. But he's not saying no.]

So what I don't get is that you said the meteor thing was the planet's doing. But I found out recently from Reeve that the whole meteor deal was caused by someone. Now I am trying to work out how those two details align.

...also I am no stranger to stubborn bastards who won't stay dead.