Log Entry 7 - 00:25:37

"Another day," Cayde mutters, trudging along the busy streets of the First City. He's been running around all day inspecting things and the set of his mouth shows how annoying it was to do so. People on the streets for the most part ignore him, though it's clear they know who he is, know better than to mess with one of their protectors. He continues on, heading towards the elevator that leads up to the tower and along the way stops on floors to his and every other guardian's room. His is larger of course; being in the Vanguard does have a few perks.

The camera sees her hair first, that bright almost orange color, hard not to see and Cayde catches view of it a moment later, making a sound in the back of this throat. Skylar is standing by the elevator as well, a bag hanging from one arm and a small book in the other hand. He recognizes it as the book he's given her about life in the Last City and smirks slightly. She at least listened to what she was told.

"Hunter," he says easily and stops next to her; his hand raising to push the button and call the elevator down to their level before realizing it's already been done and dropping his hand back down. Skylar blinks and looks up to him, smiling slightly.

"Cayde," she returns, raising an eyebrow slightly before snapping the book shut. "Heading home tonight or back to work?" She shifts her weight, grinding the ball of her heel into the ground slightly. Her armor is in bad shape, worse than last time, but most of the low grade stuff didn't last long.

"Home. For the moment," he answers, looking like he's waiting for that to be changed because it always seems to happen. "Are you settling in?" He's probing for a topic more than likely, truly concerned, but also to keep himself busy while they wait.

"I guess," she replies, glancing down. "Been having trouble getting the warp drive in my ship working, so I've been wandering around the city. It looks like nothing I've ever seen, not that I can remember anyways, but…" She pauses, the short ding of the elevator doors opening. Cayde steps in after her and after a moment the doors shut once more. Silently she reaches over and presses the button for floor 32. Cayde follows suit with the number 44. They are alone in the elevator and since it will be a long ride, he turns his glowing eyes back on her.

"But?" he prompts. She merely shifts, looks down, and sighs slightly. The Exo hums, tilting his head and looking out the small window watching as the world slowly rises. "I know what it's like you know, everyone here does." When he sees her look up at him he shrugs. "Your memories are little more than fragmented nonsense if you have even that much and suddenly you're some soldier in a battle for something you can't remember, it's hard to trust anyone." He smirks slightly at her bewildered look, at the desperate weight darkening her bright eyes. He shifts his stance, relaxing on the wall. "You can trust me though. You don't know me, not yet, but I'm your leader, and even if I did get stuck with the job I do remember what it is like to be in your shoes. Just remember, you have your name, that's more than a lot ever do." Even if it was a bit odd for her to have known it, maybe it wasn't really her name, maybe it was - they'd never know.

"I don't remember anything really… just these feelings I get sometimes when I wake up," She bit at her lip, glancing at him before shaking her head. "I don't understand anything... Awoken, Exos… all of this." One of her arms wraps around her torso, comforting herself and Cayde just nods his head, a thoughtful look appearing in way of metal plates shifting, a golden light flickering in his throat.

"Trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces to a picture you can't see…yeah that's sounds about right." The elevator shudders slightly as it passes through the commons portion of the tower heading up into the housing floors. Cayde tugs at the edge of his hood in habit, looking her over as she seems to crumple inward slightly. It's a common reaction for newly revived guardians, one the Vanguard leader probably still remembers. "We're hunters and we often work alone in our jobs; we're the lone wolves, the snipers, the scouts of the frontier. But every once in a while something comes up and having help is better than having trouble."

Skylar eyes him nervously, her sun colored eyes shocking against the blue stripe across them even now. "You won't kick me out?"

Cayde laughs slightly, shaking his head. "No way hunter, we need all the help we can get. Now tell me, what's bothering you?"

"It's just this feeling," she repeats, licking her lips. "Sometimes when I wake up there's this feeling of dread, of guilt, like I'm not supposed to be here, like I cheated my way in. I wonder if maybe I wasn't a good person, or if I did something wrong that I can't remember and if that's true, why would the Light choose me?" she draws in a long breath, having thrown out her words in one wild go. Panic, dancing at the corners of her brows.

"Sounds like you're reading it the wrong way." Cayde leans on the hand bar of the wall beside hers as he takes the steps to stand next to her. "Everyone is always under this huge assumption that they were picked by the Light because they were some hero or did something amazing in their lifetime. We don't have any proof of that and while some are inclined to believe that, I'm not so sure," he explains and saw how her attention sharpened on him at her words. "Take it from someone who knows they apparently weren't the most lawful person beforehand," he offers, and it's true that Cayde knows more than most thanks to the journal he found when revived. Curiosity ran rampant in those solar colored eyes and somehow seems to make the Exo more comfortable about saying those words. "I don't think it has to do with being an outright good person. I'm not sure what it is, but I know one thing: the light only chose you because the Traveler saw something in you worth keeping." It's an impressive statement, and sounds like he means it, has to for his own sake as well as her's.

Skylar nods, looking thoughtful just as a sharp ding sounds again as the doors opened to her floor. She hesitates before stepping out and then turns back to look at him. "Thanks…" she seems to struggle for the right words, for the right way to show her gratitude. "It's good to know we're not all long lost heroes, that we can be more than we were." Her reference to his own past life surprises him and Cayde laughs again, waving a hand in farewell.

"Any time, just remember, you're one of us now." With that the door shuts between them before the feed can pick up a reply, only that Skylar smiles at the words and then she's gone. Cayde chuckles to himself, leaning fully on the railing now, listening to the beep at floors pass by. "Have to keep an eye on that one, she could make a splash someday."