Not "like", (a quiet correction,) I wanted to, I felt compelled to. There's no other reason than that.

(his self-preservation instincts kicked in after the first punch, carried him through to the second, third, tenth. cain will understand it eventually, that overwhelming fight or flight that takes control of the body and forces it to make the decision that'll protect it the most. if he doesn't already. seems scrappy enough, trained by the looks of him.)

I fight the way that I fight. It's no business of yours. (the vaguest possible answer.

hei's quick down the stairwell, only a couple of steps behind him at all times, loathing how tired the muscles in his legs feel already. how many storeys is this building? how many more floors to descend?)

Do you know anything more than I don't about the people who kidnapped us?