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♤ Like Moths to a Flame

WHO: Cayde-6, Jonathan Sims, and Tony Stark
WHERE: The Green Quadrant
WHAT: ...IS THAT BLINKY LIGHT
WHEN: Sometime this weekish
WARNINGS: N/A - Will update as necessary

It had been a mystery that had consistently nagged at the Exo ever since he'd first noticed it. Taking up residence in the clocktower had only verified that he hadn't just been seeing things one evening, and every time he looked off in that particular direction of the city, the blue, intermittent glow beckoned, or perhaps taunted was the better term. He'd get to it, he promised himself.

Naturally he'd had it in his head that he'd try checking it out alone at first. That was back then, and being without his Ghost, he supposed it would be better to exercise maybe a little more caution than he tended to. He was sure that if he'd left a note saying where he'd gone, certain people might be upset with him. Clearly the answer then was to invite them along, and he'd be in good company. They had the time now, hopefully, and Cayde fully intended to make use of it before they found themselves suddenly on another extended space voyage. Jon had wanted to check out some places, and Tony, well surely he'd been curious about the light's source as well.

His message was pretty cut and dry so far as one could expect by way of invitations and intentions. He even hand-wrote them because he thought it'd be cute, and left them where he'd hoped his buddies might find them.

𝒮ℴ 𝓌𝒽ℴ'𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝒹𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ? ℬℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ'𝓈 𝒶 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℊ𝓁ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷𝓁𝓊ℯ 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒮ℰ𝒞ℛℰ𝒯𝒮.
𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ ℛ𝒮𝒱𝒫 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓃𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ. 𝒳𝒪𝒳𝒪 𝒞𝒶𝓎𝒹ℯ

Like as there would be some light planning at best, although the Exo wasn't very big on plans, but Jon and Tony might have otherwise to say, especially considering their previous exploration endeavor. Cayde packed the essentials, which amounted to his trademark hand cannon, a few knives, and one of the guns that he'd claimed from the Graq. At least those didn't blow up in his face when he tried shooting them.

They'd met up in front of Cal's workshop and then made their way out towards the far northeastern corner of the city, well beyond its main roads.

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Keep talking, Stark said. That was something no one ever told him, on the account of how much harder it was for people to get him to stop. The brief laugh that spilled from the Exo might almost seem like he'd come unhinged, but he pressed onward, half-listening to the other two as they started to go off.

"So it got me thinking after that whole mess last however long ago, things were way too tailor-made for us to flip out and react to," Cayde began, gesturing vaguely. Sundance continued to keep an eye on the other two for him, she'd tell him if anything else happened, but so long as they were talking, he figured they were at least still together.

"Something has to get in our heads for that. I don't know if it's the same with every storm but it sounded like this one was different. I don't have much of a baseline to go by but we've already had a similar experience, being in each other's heads. So what if that calibrations crap was just an excuse to dig up our juicy memories and experiences and load 'em up into whatever's fueling these storms to make them that much more effective? At least it makes sense to me if this is all something someone made..."

Hearing practically magical words from Jon, he glanced at the Archivist, almost grinning. If a few shots from his Golden Gun wouldn't be enough, he was sure that between him and Stark they'd be able to rig something up with the spare gun he'd brought along.

It was meant to be a stopgap solution, but Tony found he had landed on this particular team's specialty, apparently, finding a focus in the rhythm of Jon's deep, steady bassline and Cayde's sharper, excitable pulses. In Jon's recording of the encounter, Tony's voice would grow softer as he left Jon to his more esoteric narration and drew closer to Cayde, "Someone was here after the Agrii left, that much is clear, though without better knowledge of the culture, it's hard to say what kind of changes were made between then and our arrival, like the ships, and maybe this--whatever this is, though perhaps we review the footage retrieved from the Agrii ship, check the skyline..." Meanwhile, he was shaking his head to Cayde's theory, not entirely sold on such a targeted attack, despite the potential correlation with the Calibrations. "If we can think of it like a biological weapon, it has a blast area, not a scalpel. I don't think I was seeing the juicy memories of anyone who wasn't there--"

The melody came to a collective halt at Jon's question, Tony looking his way at the same time as Cayde with a more contemplative expression. Destroying it was a gamble when they didn't actually know what it did. After a beat, "If we have to," Tony was willing to offer, sure he'd never had a problem blowing something up that was in his way. He peeled off then to try to circle enough around the tower, hoping to spot some aberration in its base to tell him how anyone would be utilizing it, but ended squinting up at the brownian sky. "Are we sure it's a light?" he asked.

"W-well, obviously getting near this thing- It affects us." Jon remarks with a small wince while slowly stepping even closer to the tower's base, eyes sticking to the metal before him while his empty hand slowly reaches out to touch it. It might simply feel like cold steel. It might even just be cold steel.

Though before his fingers make contact, Jon's attention follows Tony's direction upwards and he grimaces a little while squinting up at what's on top. "...I don't think it wants us here."

Whereas wants probably isn't the correct word. Or maybe it is, which would add a whole different layer to their entire situation. Which would open up the hidden door to a whole different explanation for a lot of things that have happened. But those explanations wouldn't be any more comforting than the lack of one.

"Bleh. What a mess of a puzzle, eh? But at least there's pieces, which means someone's not thorough in covering tracks. Unless they don't care to because that's part of seeing what all we do." He waved his hands a bit, still sticking to his storm theory. "We were our own focal points. When more than one of us came across each other, there was an overlap, but we could all see and hear the same thing. Hell, I felt like I was getting shot but Sundance was reporting no damage-"

Cayde halted as they found themselves at the tower base, cutting himself off with a look that was met with his Ghost's. "Power's back on," he said with a grin, an almost ambiguous statement, but his Ghost nodded. The Exo set his hands at his hips and looked on up, squinting at the distant light.

"...pff. 'course it don't want us here. It's still trying, whatever it is." He was sizing up the tower, eyeballing a potential path up as only a Hunter who had jumped plenty of precarious places would.

"Bet I could make it up."

They were both very prepared to assume the worst, which, fair, Tony could understand why uncomfortable apparitions would feel unwelcoming, but without any actual damage done yet, he wasn't as eager to make that call. He kept his focus on the sky, eyes narrowing as he wandered back toward the sound of their voices, sure that was Bob he saw hovering up there and staring back, ever watchful at the peak of his tower with his cape swaying discordantly in the still air. 'Focal points' was an interesting way to phrase that, making Tony mutter to himself, "Like we're active participants, generators of--of this. First storm hit when people from off planet were here."

That wasn't an actionable thought, though, and Cayde climbing the tower definitely was. Tony finally dropped his gaze to consider the Exo, not entirely sure he wanted to encourage that experiment with the looming threat of a distracting hallucination, but eager to find out what they had trekked out here for. "Bet you a deep clean--my forge, your bar--you don't," he challenged. If that didn't get Cayde all the way up there, Tony had misjudged the Exo's pride.

Jon remains silent while listening to the other two, recorder still running in his hand. It's Cayde's raised bet that makes him frown, then look back up towards the top of the tower, now hard to see, but for a moment at least it looks to Jon as if a massive eye is sitting right up there, watching them.

He quickly looks back down, shaking his head, refocusing. "...should have thought of figuring out some climbing gear, I suppose." He murmurs rather than speaking as loud as intended.

Oh the look that Cayde gave Tony at that. It quite plainly said he'd take that bet, and even Sundance didn't look surprised. She didn't bother to look at all, rather decompiling in a similar shimmer of light that she'd arrived in, fully anticipating her Guardian's next move.

As Jon looked down, the Exo was already leaping up. His first jump was an impressive height in itself, but in midair he bounced upwards again as though finding some invisible foothold, and then again a third time before he actually moved to hook his boot on the tower's edge and repeat the motions. He got about a third of the way up when he seemed to slip, take a misstep. His hand grasped for purchase, and there was a tense moment before he managed to get propped up against something to continue scaling the tower. Just because the power cut-off had seemed to stop, didn't mean the things playing on their senses had.

Watching Cayde's staggered flight made Tony grin, despite the tears in the sky that each jump appeared to leave behind for him. By the time the feedback and the sun behind Cayde's retreating figure made Tony too blind to watch the progress any further, he had drawn blindly close enough to Jon to card his fingers through his hair until he could cup one hand over Jon's ear, hoping maybe that had some effect of dampening the phantom sounds he had been telling his recorder about, and coax him closer where Tony could drop a reassuring kiss to his head. He froze there, only slowly tilting his head to the side experimentally, finding he had tipped his head to an angle against the light that revealed a seam, finally, in the unforgiving surface of the tower, if this vision could be believed.

"Do you see that?" he muttered, but he was already dumping the heavy length of rope he carried into Jon's arms, freeing his own and, hopefully, slowing Jon down should he find some lure in the seconds that no one was watching him. Laser focused on the narrow edge, Tony stalked closer to the structure and ran his fingers along the dent. Maybe he could find out what this thing was doing if he could crack it open.

Cayde is gone the moment Jon looks back up and for a moment he blinks at the empty space nearby, remotely wondering which part of which hallucination that might be. Though letting his eyes follow the sounds he can hear from further up at least clears up that particular mystery - While adding another to the list for him to make sense of.

Is Cayde- Jumping?

Though just as he opens his mouth to put that question into words, Tony is next to him and wonder is replaced by a warm reassurance that apparently this is perfectly normal. Which doesn't make Jon's face any less baffled. Especially when he finds himself being handed a rope. He blinks at the rope, then back up after the Exo, and finally over to Tony before walking over to the latter, refraining to mention that Tony's discovery has been there the entire time, yet Jon hasn't thought much of it.

"Wait, you- You think you can open this?" Oh, someone is very much out of his depths at the moment, indeed.

I'm getting something, Sundance warned. They'd gotten more than half-way, the Exo having paused to rethink his strategy as things looked to narrow. That and having to ground himself as he was catching glimpses of the Traveler and the Last City in flickers, like some kind of mirage. No, it was exactly that, given Sundance kept confirming that their position had not changed, and down below somewhere, Jon and Tony were still about.

"From the light, or...something else something?" Cayde asked, tugging himself closer to the tower as he pushed off again. He started feeling it soon enough, an added pressure as though he'd jumped headfirst into water. Was it his senses throwing him off again? Things flickered again and everything was upside-down. He shut his optics. "-dance???" he blurted, reaching out for the tower to grab hold of.

Everything was incredibly sluggish. His hand felt like it was moving through sludge. Depth perception went sideways and when it snapped back, his fingers had closed on air. In panic he boosted himself once more, to try again, but this time there was hardly any lift. Thankfully he had no tongue as he was sure he would have bit it off between the curse he began to mouth and the sudden push before he found himself free-falling.

Naturally, going down was a lot more quicker than the trip up, and that last jump and the gravitational resistance behind it had acted like two opposing magnetic forces. "INCOMING! COMING IN HOT! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" the plummeting Exo shouted, desperately waving his arms for his buddies to get clear.

"Whatever's in there is going to tell us more about this thing than looking at its pretty face," Tony was saying to Jon, which wasn't exactly an answer to his question, but Tony had a goal now and wasn't about to put that doubt into the air. The air that was making a strange, new sound, more of a whistling than the crackling static that popped in Tony's ears.

With a glance up to spot the source and the blooming shadow that fell across his face just as Cayde's voice came in to confirm that, at the very least, this was a more robust hallucination than the others, Tony's eyes widened and he was suddenly doing some very quick math. Not that his math was ever slow. He grabbed and yanked Jon roughly to flatten against the tower just in time to launch himself directly through the Exo's velocity, trying to shove the energy into a more survivable tumble than a terminal pitch straight into the ground. How survivable that exchange would be for Tony was not as clear.

Jon senses the sudden burst of panic from above before he hears the falling Exo or feels himself get grabbed and pulled out of the way by Tony. But even with that being the case, Jon doesn’t exactly move on his own, caught up in wondering what that sensation has to do with Tony wanting to get a look into the tower.

Things fall in place for Jon just as Tony acts and he, too, looks up at what is coming down their way. His initial scream is cut short, though, knocked out of him along with any air his lungs may have been holding when his back hits the tower roughly.

He is not being left with enough time to do much aside from watching the Exo’s impact much closer to where they have just been standing than he likes to admit. “Tony! Cayde!!”

He was all out of jumps or he would have tried to break his fall at the last second. At least he could see that his warnings hadn't gone unheard, watching as Tony jumped into action, getting the Archivist clear. Except then he was moving again.

It didn't take him long to figure out what the man was intending. It couldn't have been all that comfortable throwing yourself at an Exo even if he were standing still. Momentum was sufficiently diverted but still had plenty to burn off, and Cayde meant to take the brunt of it, even with knowing Tony had the extra plating.

He wrapped his arms around him, feeling his shoulder hit the ground funny, eliciting a garbled yelp in pain that was cut off as their skid transferred into a tumble, and he turned his head so he wouldn't accidentally gore the man in the face as they continued to roll several good meters from the initial point of impact. Finally enough of their momentum had been killed that they came to a halt, dust already settling in their wake.

The math would have been less variable if Tony actually knew how much an Exo weighed, but at least he had a solid number in his head now. That number was narrowly between Too Much and Stupid Idea, and there was absolutely nothing soft about Cayde to cushion the impact as Tony hurtled himself at him. For what felt like a very long minute, Tony almost regretted that it had worked at all, their sprawling crash across the rocky ground dragging out the pain of what could have been a swift death on direct impact.

The dust seemed to hang an impossible long time in the unnaturally still air, descending as slowly as Tony could bring himself to move as he peeled away from Cayde, the shoulder he had braced against the Exo grinding in its socket and making Tony utter a strangled groan until he could drop himself onto his back in the dirt next to the absolutely terrible pilot, wheezing. How much the undersuit, sprung like fire across his skin in the scant seconds before Cayde reached the ground, was actually holding him together was not something Tony wanted to think about. "I win," he croaked, and immediately regretted it, really hoping that wasn't the last thing Cayde heard anyone say to him.

The scene before him plays out in slow motion - And it’s a mess. A mess of limbs and blood and gore, all generously spreading in too many directions.

Jon wants to scream.

What he does instead, his look up, right above him, at the massive eye lookin he back at him, unblinking.

“Fuck.”

That’s an initial assessment. One followed by Jon dropping the rope, pushing himself off the tower and darting forward into the wavering field of slaughter just ahead of him as it reverts back to a less bloody, but no less disturbing reality. And all the while Jon mutters harsh curses towards himself.

“Shit. Shit! Fuck- Shi— SUNDANCE!” The Ghost’s name is barked loudly. A desperate command as well as a plea. “Sundance!! Help Cayde!”

And he can only hope the Ghost can hear him as Jon scrambles to a halt next to Tony, falling to his knees and quickly checking the man’s head for any obvious injuries aside from the apparent bruise on his forehead and the scratch to his nose and cheek. The Archivist’s panicking muttering only continues. “Christ, Tony. Why did you— D-Don’t do these things! I- I am not Billy! I can’t- I- I... I am not Billy! Don’t do this. Be okay. Be okay, please, be okay”

The silence from the Exo ticked on a little longer than might be reassuring. Sundance however did reappear, shimmering into existence not long after Jon's pleas. She drifted downwards closer to the Guardian, and then back as amber light stuttered from his throat with a low groan.

"Ugh."

It wasn't exactly a response to Tony's statement, but it could have been. Cayde's eyes slowly opened to see Sundance staring down at him, but she held no judgement as she floated back to give him room, looking back at Jon however. She could patch Cayde up a least. Tony would be a different story, so she hoped he hadn't suffered too much from the landing. Already she could tell the extent of Cayde's injuries. Quite a few things still got knocked out of alignment, but it could have been a lot worse without Tony's intervention for sure.

Slowly the Exo leveled himself up- or at least that was the plan. It didn't go quite that well in practice as he lifted himself maybe a few inches. "...you tell 'im, Jon," he murmured with a raise and drop of his good hand. Sundance took her cue, light flaring briefly as she expanded, her points separating from the spherical core and orbiting around it a she hovered over her Guardian. All at once she snapped back together, light shimmering across Cayde before he successfully pushed himself to sit up giving his shoulder a test rotation.

That was a lot of energy coming from Jon that Tony couldn't quite process fast enough right now, making him wrinkle his nose and raise his still workable arm to pat limply across his own head to find Jon's searching hand and try to still some part of him. The move made him realize that his sunglasses were, in fact, gone, and it wasn't just extra bright out here now, making him pout for the loss, sure they were broken somewhere in the wake of their tumble. He liked those glasses. Now how was he going to work? Cayde's impulse had protected Tony's head, at least, from their impact, the worst of Tony's battering there from pressing into the metal as they bounced, so while the glasses were gone, his brains should have still all been intact.

"Thank god," he grumbled about Jon not being Billy, definitely in no condition to handle someone trying to do magic to him right now, although whatever Sundance was doing over there looked a lot like magic. Shit, they were sitting up, they were supposed to be better already, and Tony was going to have to stop clinging to Jon's hand to be able to leverage himself up, much slower than the Exo and with his eyes squeezed shut. Belatedly, he realized he should answer, "M'okay," through grit teeth, then, in a panic, shoved as much of that away to stare apologetically at Jon and ask, "You hurt?"

Seeing Sundance appearing and for all Jon can tell take care of what wounds Cayde has taken is a relief and Jon finds himself let out a breath he hasn't been aware he has been holding when the Exo stirs and shows signs of life.

Tony follows soon after and Jon finds one of his hands being taken captive. Which in itself isn't an unfamiliar or even unwelcome move, if it weren't for how weak Tony's hold feels. And it echoes in how laborious Tony makes it look when he sits up. It makes Jon grimace, putting one hand on Tony's shoulder and the other on his back to keep him steady.

Being asked if he is okay? Jon just looks at Tony for a moment in surprise, then presses his lips into a thin line and frowns as his own fretting panic is overtaken by concern again. Yes, this is a very Tony way of reacting. The man has somewhat self-destructive priorities and this little stunt only has proven that again. Once more, Jon exhales, but at least he has stopped babbling and pleading and instead just gives a gentle nudge to Tony's shoulder to try and prompt him back down while instead pleading with his eyes. When exactly has he taken another breath? "Christ, Tony- Stay own, please! I'm fine. You- We don't know if you broke a rib or something, but-- You're in pain. You're hurt."

At least that much is obvious. And at least something one would expect. It's normal. Jon quickly looks up to Cayde, raising his brows in the Exo's direction. "Cayde, you- You alright?" Will they have to worry about the Exo's ribs as well?

"Good, I'm good," the Exo assured as he pulled himself to his feet. He dusted himself off like he hadn't just taken a hundred-foot tumble, stepping over to where the other two sat.

"Damn it Stark, if you broke something on account of me-" he started, forcing a crooked smile that jarred with his tone. He figured he was the easiest to fix out of the three. Maybe that was taking the Light, taking Sundance for granted, but he didn't want his people getting hurt. That was the Guardian part of him, but it was also the Cayde that was fiercely protective of the people he came to care about.

"Can you get up? We gonna have to take a raincheck on this venture?" He didn't even sound reluctant to suggest it. Wasn't like the place was going anywhere. "Or you want me to carry you?" If he kept things serious too long it'd just be weird. They had enough serious here, and he could be concerned while still being frivolous.

That Cayde was just standing up and brushing it off like that made Tony feel like the intervention had been rather unnecessary, and he narrowed his eyes at the Exo as though he could have told Tony sooner, sometime during that rapid pitch to the ground maybe, that it looked much more devastating than it actually was and this was some kind of joke Cayde was playing. Before he could muster the energy to snark back at Cayde, though, both of them seemed to be suggesting that this scratch in the paintjob could be enough to put an end to the trip and Tony had to shake his head, unable to wave off this unwelcome thought with his weight on one hand and the other experiencing general system failure.

"What happened up there?" he prompted to push past this idea, shifting over and only conceding enough to motion for Jon's help to get back to his feet. If anything was broken, it wasn't something that was going to stop him from walking, so it shouldn't impact their immediate concern. "If this thing is pumping out storm energy, listen, easy job, I'm not heading back into town just to tell someone we didn't think we should take care of that just yet. Here." With Jon close, Tony shifted for him to see the gauntlet on Tony's uncooperative arm, and encouraged, "Release, there, at the elbow, and another, down--take it." It would be a relief not to be carrying the weight anymore, at least.

Jon's disapproval to Tony's decision is limited to a short noise he produces while helping the man up anyway. Though he, too, wants to know just what happened to Cayde halfway up the tower and the brief look he casts the Exo says as much before Tony's prompting with the gauntlet draws his attention towards the by now not unfamiliar accessory.

"Just let's agree to not do anything potentially dangerous anymore." He grumbles while fiddling a moment with the pointed out release. Which proves trickier than he thought, yet after a few additional moments comes off. It's- Odd. To hold a part of an actual super hero outfit. Or armor. But the concern is back in Jon's voice when he looks up from the gauntlet and back at Tony. "Did you injure your hand?" That? At least would be an injury Jon is familiar with dealing with. He has had to wrap his own hands plenty of times by now. And dealing with imminent injuries still takes priority with possibly taking out this tower.

He'd thought he'd gone over the whole deal with his Ghost, but then it wasn't like he didn't appreciate avoiding death by falling. He'd experienced that one a few times enough.

"Hit some resistance higher up, pushed back with double the gravity. Something doesn't want us getting any higher to check out that light," the Exo explained, frowning. Jon's suggestion just had him give a Look. "Or we can just assume that anything we get into around here has that potential. But all right, we keep going once you guys are ready." Fine as he was feeling, he could still feel awkward about not being able to be of any use when it came to his hurt friends.

"Going up's a bust. We got any other options?"

The hand was the least of Tony's worries, protected as it was in what little armor he had through the crash, though it was difficult to tell without really being able to move it. With his feet steadily under him, he took his balance back from Jon to heft the disappointingly-not-that-much-lighter arm against his chest with a grunt he did his best to catch behind his teeth, where he could hug it against moving any further. "Shoulder, I think," he reported, so they were all well informed of the problem and could move on now, but maybe it was his collarbone, too, and that rib Jon was worried about, it was honestly getting harder to tell the longer they worried about it. "Go on, might be useful," he quickly diverted, back to the gauntlet that Jon appeared to be content to just carry around, and started them back toward the base of the tower before anyone's doubts got the better of them.

"High energy output, invisible barrier..." he tried to work out, not sure what to do with this new data point as he shuffled his way back into the puzzle. "Not a barrier, a push--a pull?," he posited, glancing back toward Cayde to find out if that could have been what happened to him. "A mass of energy so dense it has its own gravitational field that--that's too localized, no..." Back at the tower, he could nod toward the aborted discovery of a possible access point for Cayde, and said, "Might be an option."

While Jon would have preferred to properly check Tony’s hand, arm and apparently his shoulder, the man is already moving on again as usual, leaving Jon with the heavy piece of equipment - And what may just be a prompt to use it?

“Maybe climbing it in a more controlled manner is still an option?” The Archivist muses aloud while carefully slipping the metal glove over his own hand. Of course it’s too big for him and his relatively small hands and lack of strong forearms, but at least that means he won’t get stuck in it? And he does manage to wiggle his own gauntleted fingers at himself while mouthing a silent ‘okay’ at this process.

Jon's suggestion got a headshake from the Exo. "Not sure. Sundance picked up something weird even before I made that last jump. I was trying to grab onto the tower edge again so we could get a better idea but then things glitched and I was grabbing at nothin'. Might still be met with resistance. I don't think I should've been falling that fast." He glanced at Tony. "I think you saved me a rez."

Cayde brought up the rear as their little group began to head back for the tower's base, but he started to move ahead once he saw what Tony indicated. Well, if they couldn't go up, why not down? Brilliant.

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