[It's the first he's caught New Amsterdam (Earth, in this alternate world) so high up. Cain is momentarily paralyzed with awe at the cityscape, peppered below by glowing lanterns and the moving silhouettes of festival attendees. Commotion that climbs to the height they stand, so he can hear and see and smell almost everything. The police lights flood color across the terrain of his vision - he kneels by the corner, beside Hei.]
I was just - surprised. Forget it.
[Cain peels off the damp gloves, shoves them into a back pocket, and swipes his palms in a decisive motion over his knees. A gust of wind feels good on overheated skin. His heart's still pounding at a rabbit-pace, but the adrenaline is beginning to ebb.]
You should get rid of this. [Jabs his thumb toward the bloodied shirt Hei's wearing.] Take it off.
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I was just - surprised. Forget it.
[Cain peels off the damp gloves, shoves them into a back pocket, and swipes his palms in a decisive motion over his knees. A gust of wind feels good on overheated skin. His heart's still pounding at a rabbit-pace, but the adrenaline is beginning to ebb.]
You should get rid of this. [Jabs his thumb toward the bloodied shirt Hei's wearing.] Take it off.