There's a lot of things about the ship that Cayde wishes he could figure out without someone else's having to do something or another first. Right now, at least they have people who can understand its workings at all, and as he'd said earlier in the mission, he trusts those who stayed behind.
Nodding at Jon, he starts towards the door. "On the bright side? Doesn't feel like we're getting shot at. Of course that said, I can't say that any alarm like is any less concerning."
Possible hull breach, losing oxygen, life support failure- oh, there are quite a few things he can think of, but he figures it's probably better not to mention them aloud.
"We're in space, Cayde." Jon feels the need to remind the Exo while walking next to him, indirectly dictating their comparably slow pace. "I... I don't want to hear any alarms from the ship I'm stuck in while- You know. Stuck in space of all things."
But no, he doesn't need or want to hear about all those dreadful options, thank you very much, Cayde. He already worries enough with what little he knows about these ships.
"You make it very difficult to try being reassuring," the Exo points out. "I mean, true, alarms are something you don't want to particularly hear anywhere, especially in your given proximity."
As much as he'd like to hurry them along, he keeps to Jon's pace, not wanting the man to wear himself out any further. All told, Jon was probably better off being left at the medbay, but Cayde knows that's not something the Archivist would have agreed to. At least this way he has someone keeping an eye on him and won't be off wandering by himself, getting stuck somewhere.
Jon sighs, then shakes his head. "I am just being realistic. False comfort has- It's just never worked for me." All those little lies that are meant to make life easier, they have just never been something he could get himself around to appreciate.
For a short while he is silent, but then admits without looking up: "Picking up that weapon was a mistake. I... ah... I hoped I- Could be useful."
"I appreciate being realistic, but I still like to keep optimistic. Also it takes a lot of energy to panic and I'd rather not tire myself out for no reason, you know?"
Cayde continues on, determined to keep their pace steady, but trying to make sure it's not something that will tax Jon any more than the Archivist has been. He doesn't say anything immediately once Jon speaks again. He wonders how much the man remembers of anything.
"You wanted to help in some way. At least you didn't kill anyone. Those kinds of regrets aren't as reparable."
If optimism works for Cayde, Jon won' try to take that from the Exo. It never worked for him, though. And even though he dares to reach for it every once in a while, so far the results have remained largely the same.
"I take it that's your optimism speaking." Jon concludes, yet doesn't feel like adding anything else. Producing actual words has slowly but surely become a chore and if Jon were even slightly more reasonable regarding his own health, he would agree that his place at the moment should be in the medbay.
Luckily, he has never been very reasonable in regards of his own health. "...how much further?"
In a way, it's all the Exo has had to keep going. It's not that he doesn't know it's unhealthy, but if you didn't have some sort of hope to cling to, even one that might be completely false, then you were left in a very dark and dangerous place.
"That's me speaking. You don't wanna kill anyone, Jon. You don't want that responsibility. Me? I've done it too many times that I won't hesitate to put a bullet in someone's head if I don't think they deserve it or if they're trying to take out me or anyone else I know. Survival's brutal."
He gives Jon a pat on the back. "Should almost be there. We already passed the split that goes to the bridge."
And sometimes this dark and dangerous place is the very archive you work in, yes.
"I--" Jon starts to protest, but cuts himself off. Of course he wants to protest. To argue. He can take responsibility, heck, he already has a lot of responsibility back home and he has to protect those who are being put in danger because of him! But hurting people, killing them... Why does that feel like he is ready to agree with Helen who so readily embraced her new role as the Distortion.
So he says nothing, simply nods a soft "...right." as the end of the hallway comes into view at last. A hallway that seemed so much longer the first time they walked through it...
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Nodding at Jon, he starts towards the door. "On the bright side? Doesn't feel like we're getting shot at. Of course that said, I can't say that any alarm like is any less concerning."
Possible hull breach, losing oxygen, life support failure- oh, there are quite a few things he can think of, but he figures it's probably better not to mention them aloud.
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But no, he doesn't need or want to hear about all those dreadful options, thank you very much, Cayde. He already worries enough with what little he knows about these ships.
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As much as he'd like to hurry them along, he keeps to Jon's pace, not wanting the man to wear himself out any further. All told, Jon was probably better off being left at the medbay, but Cayde knows that's not something the Archivist would have agreed to. At least this way he has someone keeping an eye on him and won't be off wandering by himself, getting stuck somewhere.
And I entirely missed this notif \o/
For a short while he is silent, but then admits without looking up: "Picking up that weapon was a mistake. I... ah... I hoped I- Could be useful."
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Cayde continues on, determined to keep their pace steady, but trying to make sure it's not something that will tax Jon any more than the Archivist has been. He doesn't say anything immediately once Jon speaks again. He wonders how much the man remembers of anything.
"You wanted to help in some way. At least you didn't kill anyone. Those kinds of regrets aren't as reparable."
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"I take it that's your optimism speaking." Jon concludes, yet doesn't feel like adding anything else. Producing actual words has slowly but surely become a chore and if Jon were even slightly more reasonable regarding his own health, he would agree that his place at the moment should be in the medbay.
Luckily, he has never been very reasonable in regards of his own health. "...how much further?"
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"That's me speaking. You don't wanna kill anyone, Jon. You don't want that responsibility. Me? I've done it too many times that I won't hesitate to put a bullet in someone's head if I don't think they deserve it or if they're trying to take out me or anyone else I know. Survival's brutal."
He gives Jon a pat on the back. "Should almost be there. We already passed the split that goes to the bridge."
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"I--" Jon starts to protest, but cuts himself off. Of course he wants to protest. To argue. He can take responsibility, heck, he already has a lot of responsibility back home and he has to protect those who are being put in danger because of him! But hurting people, killing them... Why does that feel like he is ready to agree with Helen who so readily embraced her new role as the Distortion.
So he says nothing, simply nods a soft "...right." as the end of the hallway comes into view at last. A hallway that seemed so much longer the first time they walked through it...