[Meanwhile, Cain's not sure how he's supposed to respond. It's more information - and preaching - than he was looking for when he approached for the pastry, and he can't seem to picture the society like Keith is describing. Are connections and bonds not dangerous too? The Colterons are evidence of that, in their religious fanaticism. And maybe there's a crawling sense of discomfort buried somewhere underneath the rest of what Keith describes.]
Good for you.
[Sharp and dismissive, Cain shoves both hands into pockets. It's pretty clear he's shutting himself out of the conversation now. Sorry, Keith.]
Sounds like a messed up universe. [Like so many others he's heard described.] Anyway, see you around, yeah? Got an appointment with a rental unit. [That part, at least, is true.]
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Good for you.
[Sharp and dismissive, Cain shoves both hands into pockets. It's pretty clear he's shutting himself out of the conversation now. Sorry, Keith.]
Sounds like a messed up universe. [Like so many others he's heard described.] Anyway, see you around, yeah? Got an appointment with a rental unit. [That part, at least, is true.]