"The City. Last one on Earth. Our home." There's a softness to the admission as Cayde realizes he means it, for all that he yearns to be back out in the field rather than at the table in the Tower, sending fresh Hunters out on missions.

     "Well. Yeah. I work with them. I'm the Hunter Vanguard. That all there was the Tower where I'm usually stationed. As for the shooting things- well, I can get that. Better they get intercepted out there before they hit. Titan's shields are tough, but they aren't usually employed to withstand an onslaught from an armada, as you saw."

     Folding his arms, Cayde looks back at the silvery light that swirls innocently as though it hadn't shown him some terrible hint of horrific things to come. "Didn't look good, did it..."