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♤ Bored of Being Bored Because Being Bored is Boring

WHO: Cayde-6 and you!
WHERE: Around Temba and maybe its outskirts
WHAT: Catch-All for the rest of May, Cayde doing Cayde things
WHEN: From now until the end of the month
WARNINGS: N/A

Still Life (For Jon)
Although Cayde had given himself some wiggle room for the possibility of tardiness in his arrival due to distraction, there really isn't very much along the route to the library to do so, or around the city in general. Unless something was on fire (haha...who'd do that?) or there were some strange noises that begged investigation, nothing pulled the Exo off course as he wound his way to his destination.

"Jon?" In a building this big and this empty, his voice is much louder than intended, not that it seems to bother him terribly. He looks around for the Archivist and the still he'd come to help move, gaze sweeping the shelves as though in hopes of spotting anything new amongst the shelves. And when there proves none of the latter, not that he's terribly surprised, Cayde sets a book of his own in an innocuous spot, fancying it like a bit of a treasure hunt for the self-proclaimed librarian. No notes scrawled in this one ~~yet~~, a collection of some several novels of The Lone Ranger.

The Exo innocently continues along towards the desk he'd seen last time. "Am I late?"

The Hole In the Ground
It's big. It's gaping. And Cayde really wants to know what's going on in there. Of course, he'd feel better about jumping down a dark, mysterious hole in the ground with a loaded gun and plenty of spare ammunition. Having Sundance along for the ride would be even better. Yet that hasn't completely stopped him from considering...

He's standing at the edge, as close as he can get without pitching over as he tries to spy...well, anything, really. And if he's not doing that, he's looking for some rocks to toss in, just to listen for how far it is to the bottom. ...there's a bottom to this thing, right?

AKA the Greenhouse
The Exo's figured he should have a look at what all the agricultural building has to offer. It'd be nice to know what can be potentially made into drinks, basic and fermented, because what's a bar without beverages? That Tommy kid seemed to know about the stuff that was in here, at least. At this rate Cayde's sure anyone would know more than him in this place as he just stares at the spread of greenery, and are those blue bananas?

Yeah, this isn't exactly his scene.

The Bar Project
Maybe you've seen him in passing as he makes his way to and from the nest of buildings (O-13) in the southeastern (orange) quadrant of the city. It's an interesting collection of structures for the fact that whatever had happened in however much time had passed while Agra 10 had lapsed into disrepair, water had completely filled the space in the center of the small fortress-like formation, enclosed by the walls that adjoined each of the six towers making up the complex.

Sometimes he goes through a door. Other times he decides to be weird and scale the wall or one of the towers. He doesn't seem terribly concerned with being seen or followed, and should the latter find him in someone's otherwise unexpected company, well, he'll roll with it.

((OOC: As always, will match format if you prefer action over prose, etc!))

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Cayde wasn't completely convinced that the Agrii were harmless. Who could really trust anything that drew itself with such prominent fangs?

His line of thought however wasn't following along Tony's. He was thinking of worse things than their strange pink, three-eyed fangy wardens. His Ace of Spades was already in hand by the time Tony had trailed off, those glowing optics meeting the man's gaze, watching those eyes widen. Then slowly his own gaze ticked towards the side, past Tony and into the darkness beyond.

It was out of habit that he started towards and then stepped around Tony, the hand cannon already leveled in front of him, aiming at the unknown source of the noise. "Ain't nice sneaking up on people," he called out into the darkness. He would have liked to just skip the pleasantries and jump right to firing, but he only had so many bullets, and on the offhand that perhaps they had some alien neighbors after all, maybe shooting one accidentally might not go so well up top. "Come on out!"

That wouldn't have been Tony's tactic, and as soon as Cayde started making more noise to draw the attention of whoever was living down here, he cringed and hissed, "Wait, wait, quiet--!" Only one of them had come down here armed, they were not the home team, and their escape options if this got filthy were terrible and worse. Cayde, apparently, chose to deal with their problems in a more head on style. That left Tony rocking up on his toes behind him to hold the crystal rod up high, not about to abandon him just because his tactical planning was flawed. That would have left Tony with very few friends.

The light, absorbed by the dirt walls around them, bounced easily off of a smooth surface coming at them fast from down the tunnel. Tony squinted over Cayde's shoulder, not sure how to make out what shapes the crystal glow revealed; it seemed to take up the whole width of the cavern, but with an array of moving pieces spreading out around it scratching their way along the rocks. It did not have an answer for Cayde, it was Tony that announced, "Too many legs," and gave a tug to the back of his cloak, "Too many."

In hindsight (as always) it probably wasn't the best maneuver, but all things considered, whatever it was back in that tunnel was already on its way towards them. Cayde gave a sharp look back as Tony hissed at him, his gun arm still held high and steady. Then he looked frontwards again, the sounds coming closer.

He squinted into the suddenly noisy dark as well, finally catching movement in the glow of Tony's crystal but still not having enough to make out what it was they were encountering. It began to occur to the Exo that it wasn't just a singular thing they might be up against, and for a brief moment he fancied the reflecting glow to be eyes and expected Thrall to be lurching forth out of the darkness in the swarming numbers that they tended to keep.

About the time Tony began tugging at him and yammering was about the time Cayde's concerns were simultaneously relieved and refueled. He gave an uncertain nod of agreement even as he started to step back, his free arm flanking Tony.

"Back, backbackback!" he blurted, half at the oncoming things of many legs, but mostly at the man behind him as he urged a tactical retreat, beginning to turn after him. And yet he kept his hand cannon out, and as soon as a form could be made out apart from the legs, Cayde squeezed off that trigger.

It only took one 'back' to convince Tony to bolt, sliding in the dirt and scrambling around the twists of the tunnels that they came upon suddenly in the too faint glow of the crystal rod, slowed even further every time he threw a look over his shoulder to make sure Cayde was still following and not in the mandible of some giant beetle. That was the image that shiny carapace and scratching, flailing legs had conjured, anyway, though the full reveal of the thing hadn't come yet, the flash of Cayde's gun only blinding Tony in the dark and leaving him with a hazy afterimage of goopy splatter against the cave wall and just as many legs as before as another of the things squeezed past the limping one to take its place. The creatures moved much faster in the tunnels than the clumsy bipeds, and Tony was trying to calculate the steps at this rate to reach even a reassuring sliver of the light from the flare they had left behind when it occurred to him to dig another one out of his pocket as he skipped around another corner, bouncing off of the wall. He struck the whole, pulpy mass off of the rocks as he ran, hoping blindly to hit the right angle to catch the fuse enough, then slid to a crouch to give an underhanded toss of the flare between Cayde's feet. It was sputtering as it went, and exploded in sparks and smoke as it disappeared under the churning mass barrelling toward them. The closest creature launched itself away from the flare and straight for Cayde.

"-I think I prefer Thrall," Cayde concluded, apparently having been wrestling with the argument in his head during the retreat. "Much less legs, even if they all rush at you at once and try to claw off your face." He might change his mind if they ever had to fight swarms of Thrall because they were gross, nasty bastards, but for now, what was following them was the obvious choice.

He fired again into the milling mass, which wasn't at all his style, but he couldn't unload an entire round when he hadn't much more than spare change in the long run. Navigating the dark tunnels at speed weren't as easy as picking their way along with previous caution. He'd forgotten about the slope and only managed not to faceplant into the ground by keeping his feet moving, a hand helping to propel him in the right, and most importantly, an upright direction.

Again he turned to squeeze off another shot, sending its echo down the tunnel as it was punctuate by the satisfying squelch of the bullet finding its mark. A familiar flare of light went dancing past his feet, and while Cayde was glad Tony was trying to lend a hand, he wasn't quite sure how effective the flare was going to be in favor of a grenade. And boy did he miss his grenades. Not that there was much time to really express such sentiment when a leggy creature was leaping at you.

He misjudged the distance, and perhaps its speed as his hand cannon was brought up too late. Next thing he knew, his back was hitting the dirt hard, and there were way too many appendages on him than he was comfortable with. His other hand wrapped around his knife, its blade nearly as long as his forearm, and he yanked it clean of its sheath and deliberately with the creature in its path.

From his crouched position, Tony came flailing back down the tunnel as Cayde hit the dirt, practically on all fours, sliding into home with a hand for balance behind him to kick blindly into the general mass of the attacking beast. Another was clawing at the walls behind it, desperate to crush its way through and away from the burst of light, while the rest of the horde trampled over each other to run the other way away from the alien threat. The tunnel was quickly choked with smoke, diffusing the light from the flare and from the crystal rod that Tony hooked under Cayde's chin as he grabbed for any purchase that would let him haul Cayde out with his foot braced tenuously; the beetle was thrashing its head to try to get Tony's heel out of the squelching remains of its cracked eye socket, but the other one was still pressing it forward and its strength was leaking out of it down Cayde's knife. Belatedly, without any other context for the Thrall, Tony panted, "Orgies are never as fun as they sound."

While this wasn't the worst experience he'd ever had, it still wasn't an enjoyable one. Just how big was this thing??? If he didn't get crushed by it he figured he'd be in danger of drowning if he needed to breathe.

"Agck-!" When you suddenly had someone grabbing at your scarf and near stuffing a glow rod between your jaws, you didn't make the most coherent of sounds. With Tony attempting to help haul him back, Cayde finally was able to free a leg enough to help kick the leaking thing back. He brought up his hand cannon and promptly fired another round into the creature behind the first.

Tony never failed with the non-sequiturs, and for all that everything was gross and the scratching of legs and crunching chitin, Cayde let out a laugh that might have classified him as having finally lost it. Thankfully that wasn't the case, and as though he felt it necessary to vindicate himself, once the two managed to get back firmly on their feet, he dispensed several more bullets with a quick fan of the hammer like a sharpshooting cowboy straight out of an old Western flick.

Cayde was going to lose it, and maybe a few limbs, Tony thought, if they stuck around for any further fancy gunplay, every shot a crack that echoed painfully down the tunnel and had to be rousing more creepy crawlies from their undisturbed depths. If they weren't at their own Door to Hell, Tony might have taken a second to be impressed, but he did not have that luxury without the Iron Man and dragged where he still had a hold on Cayde's clothes to get him to keep running while they had their chance. The beetles were making mushy, splattering death sounds, whole wet chunks blown out of their bodies, but parts of them were still crawling.

The original flare was soon in sight, sputtering weakly now with the last of the pulp down to embers, but Tony was pretty sure he could see the rope still silhouetted by it dangling in front of the mouth of the cave and slapped into it. He wound it quickly around his wrist as he doubled back to throw an end and an arm at Cayde to get a running start together, only warning, "Jumping!" to get him on board with the plan to get a healthy swing away from the mouth of the cave. One of the beetles had limped its way quickly enough, despite the damage, after them to not be completely overtaken by the part of the horde that had plucked up enough courage to brave the sparking and smoke for this fight, and Tony looked back long enough to watch it swing itself with ease up onto the sheer rock wall, climbing upward away from the cave and dripping its guts to fizzle rancidly on what remained of the flare.

Cayde didn't like turning his back knowing that things were still coming after them. Tony's tugging him along didn't go ignored, the Hunter still moving, albeit slowly at first, if only until he was certain he'd at least slowed the bugs down some. He needed no further urging thereafter, hurrying after Tony, saving his shots but keeping his gun in hand until they'd made it back to the ledge. It was only when the man shouted his intentions with the toss of a rope and the extension of a hand that the Exo jammed his weapon back into its holster and made the leap alongside of him.

That solved one problem at least, but hanging awkwardly on a swinging rope hardly seemed ideal. So did seeing one of the injured creatures come on out of the cavern and decide that maybe it would take its final breath in fresh air and sunlight.

"Uh-oh," Cayde observed, casting a look towards the hole itself, hoping nothing further decided to come out. He glanced at Tony, and then the walls as they swung along, mentally running through their fastest options back up.

"Uh-oh," Tony agreed. As thrilling as the jump itself had been, leaving them swinging wide away from the cavern wall, their hang time was brief and Tony was feeling the wrench on his shoulder from holding his life in one hand before they came crashing back against the rocks, the long delay between the shift of the rope and the rain of debris pebbles and sand it rubbed from biting into the edge of the hole reminding him of the length of the climb ahead of them. In that time, he managed to kick the non-bug-gunked grips under one foot to try to get some traction on the wall and adjust into a more functional position that wasn't crowding Cayde on the rope, but he still clenched his unwrapped arm around Cayde's neck as the small shower seemed to be the last hit the beetle could take. It fell abruptly from wherever it was climbing, the meager connective tissue still holding it together squelching and snapping apart as the body hit the ledge and half of it continued its endless descent into the pit. "Oh, well, never mind," Tony muttered. Cayde had really blasted it apart.

Very aware of Cayde's generally sticky situation now, Tony curled his lip and tried to shake some of it off of his arm, admitting, "Sorry about the flare, it was supposed to work the opposite way." It had worked, Tony thought, that wasn't the flaw in his plan, but it did rather compromise their firepower. Tony still wasn't about to get his chance to compliment Cayde, though, as the scratching noise returned. He froze again, watching the what was left of the dim light at the cavern mouth catch briefly on a multitude of smooth, skittering legs.

At least they could breathe a collective sigh of relief with the drop of that bug. Cayde took note of Tony's reaction and the gooey splatterings that liberally decorated his everything, his metal features adjusting into as close a proximity of a grimace as could be managed.

"Eh, it still did something. Might I suggest grenades next time? Grenades are a wonderful thing."

The noise drew his attention back to the opening of the cavern, and Cayde narrowed his optics at the thought of more of them pouring through. Several shots of flame and maybe that'd take care of that. Dangling from a rope with someone hanging around your neck however made things a lot more difficult. He looked up again, and then began to pump his legs to get them some momentum, making sure his feet would get the brunt of the walls once they got near enough so he could push back out.

"Hang on, we're getting out of here," he said, shifting the arm that wasn't hanging onto the rope around the man's torso. "On three, let go of the rope." Surely he hadn't just said that.

"What? No!"

For once, Tony wasn't eager to get his hands all over Cayde again, put off for at least a few peaceful hours by the bug guts, but he didn't think they were so horrible to warrant suicide. He had scrambled as Cayde started swinging, trying to get a better hold on the rope like a rational person that didn't want to fling himself into an eternal pit, but he was realizing quickly that he didn't have a good plan for dealing with a bug infestation now that they had eliminated their one tactical advantage of the choke point, and were clinging to a free swinging rope like bait. What he had left was a blind trust in Cayde to do something reckless and half-baked, and despite the protest, grabbed him around the shoulders again as he slipped down enough to where he knew Cap was easiest to balance when Iron Man pulled him up off of the ground. They could workshop all of the ways this could have gone better in the debrief, and Cayde was going to take full responsibility for Tony releasing the lifeline to the surface.

If he was feeling pressured about it, Cayde certainly knew how to hide it. He should have figured that would have been Tony's initial response, because from an outside perspective, yes, letting go of the rope only led to one direction. Thankfully Guardians defied plenty of laws just being Guardians.

He let whatever he'd been about to retort slip away as Tony readjusted himself, perhaps then feeling just a tiny bit pressured. Tony was trusting him here, so Cayde felt he'd better hold to.

"Three!" he said, without the expected preamble, but he saw his chance and didn't want to pass it up for a second shot while he rambled numbers. As soon as his other hand was free he scooped up Tony so the man wouldn't be trailing or getting tangled up for the ride. For a brief moment, they flew towards the wall. The Exo dug his heel in deep, and then pushed off, already looking in the other direction. In midair he gave another boost, and then another to get more height by the time he reached the other wall to rebound and repeat.

This position was going a long way to spread the wealth of insect entrails, not nearly so much work to reassure Tony that this was a good plan until he felt the first boost in the air. "You can fly?" It sounded accusatory, shouted in excitement that wasn't entirely thrilled to be making this discovery simultaneously with his heart falling out of his ass, but Tony was done protesting a lifetime ago when he was still clinging to the rope, feeling foolish for not recruiting Cayde earlier for this exploratory mission. He could have saved himself the steel. Very quickly, to his credit, he did realize trying to lean away from Cayde to see what his boots were doing was a terrible idea and pulled himself up to peer over Cayde's shoulder instead.

"Oh hell no," Cayde snorted, even as he seemed to prove the opposite, but each leap was making short work of the walls they'd scaled. "We're just jumping." Plain and simple. Don't ask how he managed to get a step in midair though. Some things were just done.

There was a brief glitter of light with each boost, as though some magical invisible platform were formed just under his heel. "Hey, you want me to drop you?" It was tricky enough doing this with a passenger, he didn't need Tony wiggling around for a better view. A final leap propelled them up over the lip of the hole, and the Exo landed in a crouch with his package, glad to be on solid ground.

Well, that is an impressive jump that hurls both Exo and man out of the massive hole in the ground, Jon will admit as much. Not out loud, however. He hasn't come out all the way here to praise these two morons for doing something so obviously foolish as to climb down that freaking hole.

No. He has come out here to make them- Well. Probably not regret their decision. Jon might try, but- They might be immune to that. Both of them.

He would still at the very least make sure they understand his utter disapproval of their idea. Especially after those incredibly unhelpful text messages he received. The same messages that have driven Jon out here. To the hole. Not far from where Cayde has hit the ground, with his arms crossed, his bag filled with various, potentially necessary medical supplies over his shoulders and a stern glare set upon both adventurers.

His voice is cold, but not without an underlying promise for a heated eruption to happen in the near future.

"Glad to see you're back."

Tony wasn't taking his time savouring the dirt under them, he was quickly rolling away from Cayde to crawl back to the edge of the hole, leaning as far as he could to spot their crawling pursuers. It was challenging to see anything clearly in the depths, but Tony thought his suspicion was confirmed by the flickers of movement he could see at the edges of the shadows; these creatures were not fans of the light, buried underground for so long, and weren't going to come up any further into the sunlight while it beamed down overhead. By the time the long cycle of the day was over, they were going to lose interest in their hunt, surely. He had a solid sample of their brains up to his knee to know that there wasn't enough of them to hold that thought for too long.

If Tony acknowledged the tone Jon was taking with them, he didn't show it even as he spun around to finally grin at Jon, clearly ecstatic with his experience. Not only had it been too long since he had gotten to wrestle with a beast on a rampage, but Cayde could fly, however he chose to phrase it. Tony bounced back over to throw an arm around Cayde's shoulders again, patting his chest appreciatively as he said, "If I had gone down there alone, I would have been bug food!" like this would have been a worthwhile experience itself, then turned to Jon, absolutely glittering, "Did you know he could fly?!" Very belatedly, he realized Jon had appeared at the hole in the ground without explanation, but they could talk about that after the flying.

While Tony was off scoping out the hole and their potential bug problem, Cayde was straightening up, not bothering to hide the surprise on his face upon seeing Jon there, but he adopted a casual sort of stance and a smile to pair with it. After all, it wasn't like they'd done anything wrong!

"Heya Jon!" he greeted, as though he wasn't spattered with bug guts and gore and he and Tony had just come back from picking flowers. He only shifted slightly to keep himself on his feet as Tony joined them again, tipping his head to better suggest the crooked grin on his face as he nodded. "You certainly would have," he agreed, fingering goo from his leathers and wiping a bit off on the arm Tony had draped around him. To Tony's continued claims of his 'flight', he rolled his eyes, shaking his head before gesturing with a hand as if to say 'this guy', even as he tried to hide a smirk.

"Oh, great. You had FUN climbing down there!" Jon observes with obvious disapproval. Doing something reckless and having fun doing so is never a good mix. That's something certain assistants of him would do and either talk him into coming along or simply drag him along and he would forever pretend it was a ridiculous idea.

At least none of his assistants ever suddenly showed up covered in- in.... well......

Making a face, Jon gestures at the both of them with one hand "W-w-what?!" He's not going to risk an actual question. Because at this very moment, he can't trust himself to not accidentally drill into any heads. "That's disgusting!"

Jon's disapproval got Tony to deflate slightly, not exactly shamed but definitely not as jubilant as he had been, taking the steam out of the punch he had readied for Cayde's arm for wiping his guts on him. It was more of a shove before Tony crossed his arms and tried to combat Jon's unimpressed assessment with cool, looking nonplussed as grey goo sloughed off of his boot. He didn't have a great answer for 'what?'

"We found some bugs. Technically, it was a home invasion, we got off light, I think." He looked to Cayde, hoping for some backup, not sure if he could be trusted with that dubious honour when the price was Jon's wrath, even if he could be trusted with Tony's life, "Slap on the wrist." If they put up a unified front, maybe Jon would be willing to offer whatever was in that bag, because Tony really hoped it was water and painkillers.

"Well the climbing part wasn't exactly fun," Cayde pointed out. "...and neither was getting almost swarmed, but we got out in one piece and with all our limbs. I call that a win."

He looked down at the mess, not really eager to clean up but at the same time wanting very much to do so before he found out how bad this stuff might stain. "Yeah. Yeah, it is," he nodded, finding no reason to disagree with Jon's blunt assessment. It was pretty disgusting. Catching Tony's look, he again gave a nod.

"Complete accident, they probably figured they sure showed us, chasing us out. Probably cutting their losses too." That goop didn't just magically appear, after all.

Ah, great. They are teaming up to defend their reckless decision making. The bugs, however... He doesn't like the sound of that. Especially given the amount of... well. Bug remains they are covered with. Those haven't been ladybugs.

Anger shifts into concern and the Archivist wordlessly steps past the duo, towards the edge of the hole, carefully peering down "And you are sure they won't follow..." The uncertainty of his tone suggests the question that isn't asked. The light tapping of his fingers against his bag however, gives away a certain apprehension to the idea of a horde of bugs streaming from this hole.

They can't possibly fill this thing with cement...?

He carefully sets that thought aside for later and casts a glance over his shoulder for another non-quite-question "Any wounds...?"

The unified front broke down slightly as Jon turned his back on them for Tony to mouth defensively, "The climbing was fun," then gave a flick of his wrist to splatter some of Cayde's guts back on him with a challenging grin. It was rapidly schooled back to an inquisitive pout as Jon's attention returned and Tony tucked his hands behind his back, which did look suspicious, now that he thought about it. "I don't think so. They're sensitive to light, I'd guess that's why we haven't seen them before," he offered, helpfully providing the knowledge of his important experience with the local wildlife. "Not their kind of party."

As for wounds, it was a little hard to tell under the dirt and grime, and Tony raised his arms with a grimace at the rotation of his wrenched shoulder, to try to give himself a cursory check. But he definitely wasn't the one who had borne the brunt of the attack. He was scraped and bruised from bouncing off of the tunnel walls, and his shoulder felt like it was going to keep him up for a few nights if Jon was only offering bandages, but nothing he would call wounds. "Did they get a hit on you?" he passed to Cayde with none of his own to report, not sure if bandages were the proper solution for his problems, either.

It was not reckless, it was premeditated. Up until the part where they ran into giant bugs and all the legs. Then everything just went pear-shaped.

Cayde scowled at getting bug guts flicked back at him, although there was a brightening of his eyes as he exchanged a look with Tony. He scraped off the front of his leather armor, pausing only for a moment as both of them turned their attention to Jon. Well of course the Archivist would have such concerns. That was Jon for you.

"Anyway, we left a solid impression on them. They can go back to their bug lives and we'll make a note not to take that tunnel."

Clapping his slimy gloved hand against Tony's back, he shook his head as he considered his own status at Jon's inquiry. "Nah. Aside from being sticky and wanting to scrub my gear down, all green here." At least he could take a tumble and getting rushed by giant bugs, not that he wanted to press his luck against more than one at a time in a tight spot like that cave.

And somehow Jon knew they would do something like this again.

He doesn't miss the grimace on Tony's face as he moves his arms, but simple pain and soreness was something they used to take care with strange space magic. And as pain itself generally isn't something lethal, Tony will have to endure it. Not that the Archivist expects the man to learn anything from it.

"I'm more worried about the part where they outright attacked you." He admits, looking down at the scattered bug remains and instantly disliking the memories the sight brings back. He casts a short nod over at Cayde "I take it you want to clean yourself thoroughly to get rid of that. As for him-" He turns his attention and a deepening scowl towards Tony "I want you cleaned up as well and every bruise and every scrape on you cleaned again and disinfected. Don't argue or I will tell you in detail about Jane Prentiss, a woman who turned into a living flesh hive after encountering the wrong sort of bug." Yes, they were worms, but for the sake of getting under Tony's skin and mayyybe make the man think twice next time, those worms will now be bugs. "And I believe we all agree that alien bugs do count under the wrong sort of bugs."

Jon's expression softens before he adds one more little piece of promised unpleasantness: "She was more holes than woman when she attacked the Archives. And these-" He taps an area at the side of his face that he knows well enough to be covered by those pockmark-like scars "-these are from when dozens of her bugs buried into me. I would prefer to avoid a repetition."

It's almost a shame his little horror story might not do much for Cayde. Then again, chances are that the Exo himself is less prone to self-destructive actions.

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