Whatever game the two were playing, whatever this was considered
for his Navigator, it wasn’t funny and Cain wasn’t humored by it in
the slightest. It made him feel strange, like he wasn’t even with the
name Navigator he’d been assigned to in the beginning. Ever since
the incident with the Derelict, moments like this brought concern
to even someone as dense as Cain. He didn’t know what it was,
but Abel was simply not Abel.
“Like hell you don’t know what I’m talking about. You aren’t you!”
Cain shouts before lowering his tone, knowing that the rest of
the Alliance aboard that ship doesn’t need to hear him. They’re
out in the open, but Cain has brought the private conversation to
the forefront, unable to distract himself over the fact that his partner
is not the same man that he had known before that mission. Cain
damns that mission to hell, knowing that it is the sole reason all
of this is happening. The worst part was that he wasn’t in control,
that he couldn’t help, and it was only happening to Abel.
Would he ever learn? Unlikely.
THE SUDDEN INCREASE IN THE VOLUME OF CAIN’S VOICE PAINS HIM. Abel’s head suddenly ached & he hissed, palms pressing into his head as his fingernails dug into his skull. Pain rumbled down his spine, white light blinding him & his eyes shift around him, panicked & confused as to why he had been in the Hangar. He looked lost, MISPLACED & utter concerned as of why his fighter seemed so FURIOUS at him. What was going on? ❝Cain—?❞
ABEL STUMBLED FOR A SECOND, HIS BODY SLUMPING AGAINST THE reliant in turn. His breathing hitched & he searched, he SEARCHED & searched with blurry sight for his Fighter— he had to find his Fighter. Cain had to make it back; Cain had to live through this. ❝Why is this— happening ? Cain— somethings wrong.. the ships— Cain—!!❞
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