@somied Continued from x
Cain falls silent, the word holding more impact than any fist fight he'd been in thus far, any insult hurled at him by the slighter male. There's no thought to his movement, only the movements themselves as if he'd been programmed to. He catches Deimos around the waist as the door slides open, hefting him up to carry him the distance between this room, and Deimos'. Naturally he had it's layout memorized despite having been there so few times. No need for the light. No need to check and see if they were alone.
Cain deposits his burden on the bottom bunk, shedding his jacket immediately after without so much as a flicker in his blank expression.
"I'm a traitor." Posed in a manner that bordered on a question, but neither was it a statement. It was an echo of the sentiment from earlier. It was true in a sense. He had reached for that bright light his Navigator shined down upon him, chasing away the darkness of his past, his origins. Abel was pure and beautiful. Cain was not.
Cain slew Abel with a stone.
That was his destiny. To reach for it any more... it was suicide without the permanence of Death and he'd take Abel down with him. Everything that had made Cain 'him', would cease to exist. He couldn't pretend any longer. Maybe it was time to remind himself where he came from, who his people really were...
