"Sounds like a lotta work," the Exo replied breezily, perhaps not at all a surprising response to be had. "I have control over what counts. If I hadda worry about how to adjust something or another just on the basis of a 'but what if I could be a little better', then I'd probably drive myself crazy. There are other ways to be better, and so long as this body functions the way it's supposed to, I've got no real complaints. Face it, sometimes life deals you crap hands, sometimes your luck tops off. Can't always discard what you don't like, you have to play through."

He hid it well, had centuries of practice to circumvent any major slips into that void of an existential crisis, but it was always there if he let himself look. It was why he clung to two cards in particular, had a Queen and an Ace of Hearts pinned on his board back in the old clocktower.

"Theseus..?" Cayde echoed, turning his head to squint at Tony. "...sorry, not catching that reference. Don't think I found that book in the Speaker's library."