[ Finally, something in common! Sort of. The word "Atlas" is something the both understand at least, and there's an even longer pause this time around as the blue light focuses in on the back of Cayde's hand where the Atlas mark lies.
It takes almost a full minute for the voice to come back, cautious. ]
You...speak, Atlas?
[ It's an almost wheezy tone, gravelly and slow as the words are spoken. In a language Cayde will actually understand too, despite the distortion. ]
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It takes almost a full minute for the voice to come back, cautious. ]
You...speak, Atlas?
[ It's an almost wheezy tone, gravelly and slow as the words are spoken. In a language Cayde will actually understand too, despite the distortion. ]