#>past

Diah hadn’t revived nearly as disoriented as many new guardians. Sure, she’d been a bit cold and confused when she was brought back – but she wasn’t absolutely terrified. As her Ghost explained the situation… she had accepted it pretty well.

It may have helped, of course, that she was revived very close to the City, and it didn’t take long for her to be brought back by a fireteam that had found her. Things seemed to be going well. She was ready to play hero, to try on this new life, unable to remember who she had been before.

Things were… harder than she expected.

The team who had found her basically dumped her after bringing her to the tower. Diah had only the thin plated armor her Ghost had forged as she weaved through the other Guardians – way more than she expected – eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

Everyone seemed to walk with such sureness. Such strength. Only then did Diah begin to feel doubts, dodging a much-larger titan who nearly bowled over her and pressing herself against the wall.

It was then that she heard the voice. At first, she didn’t seem to realize the woman nearby was talking to her. Words she could understand mixed with ones she could not. But her eyes shifted, realizing the eyes were on her, and she suddenly straightened up. What was it that the woman had said. Could she – could she help?

“I’m, uh.” Diah let out a breath, “New. That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” A nervous laugh came from her lips, and then they twisted into a frown.

Great first impression, Diah. Way to look like you don’t know what you’re doing.

"Shit, Andal, I know, I know -- ow!"

Cayde pauses to let in a sharp inhale -- more of a sound than an actual breath in, considering that he was an exo. Still, it shows the pain that comes as Andal tightens up the bandages that he's putting around Cayde's arm that he'd managed to tear open.

"Sometimes you just gotta take risks -- but you know that more than anyone, don't you?" He says, laughing. He looks up at the face of the man, his friend and his mentor, his face shadowed currently by the cloak he was wearing.

Still not getting a response, he wondered quietly if Andal was mad at him for doing something so stupid; for going out on his own without telling anyone, even when he'd been warned over and over against playing the hero.