Cayde waves a hand. "That was after the conversion. Job had a dress code and this was the requirement." It sounds like he's trying to make light of the subject, and in his case he is, because it all happened centuries ago.

     "Probably all done on the down-low. Can't really imagine many people lining up to become a war machine, but someone must've gotten volunteers or something somewhere, because there are a lot of Exos around." He shakes his head. "But I can't remember all the details. Conversion messes that up, like I said. That and the memory wipes. Then I became a Guardian, and some of it actually comes back."