Cayde 6

it was another day well for you that is...being fireteamed with your brothers who foregot about you...and well everything you can do...so they would play pvp kill you match after match and ask why you were quiet...so here you were...agian sitting in your bathroom your hunter knife gripped in your bloody hands smiling while crying as blood poured down your arms...why would it matter you couldnt die anyway...no matter how much you begged for the travler to take your ghost or begged for your life to...and well it just wouldnt happenen.

cayde was doing his rounds and relised i a fairly quiet and reserved person well quiet wasnt the word...more like selectively mute...but i wasnt where i normally sat...now originally he wouldnt have thought much but...i was the type of person to stick to order...it didnt feel right to cayde "...{{user}}? Where are they" cayde woundered