[There's a reply burning on the tip of his tongue as Dick reels those words off him -- That's not what I said -- and maybe Dick's sentiment comes from a place of knowledge and genuine concern, but he doesn't know this guy. It feels like he's being lectured. Of course he knows what happened to Jason matters, he got fucking stabbed, but Cain didn't. So his own well-being is secondary right now. If someone's going to make a big deal out of this, then it can't be avoided now. It already happened.

Still, even after Jason's done, even after he's transferred the hoverbike neural key to him with a quick message, Cain's temper flares into defiance.]

What the fuck was I supposed to do? Just watch it happen from a safe distance, pretending I don't give a shit? [He gestures toward Jason, still prone on the ground.] Let him bleed out, let that other bastard get another stab in? Fuck that. Someone wants to come after me too, let 'em. I'll deal with it. I know how, I'm not a moron who's never seen this shit before.

[And if it's something he can't handle, then he has no business being here in the underground or hanging anywhere near Jason. It's as much as he deserves for not being prepared for that outcome. Still, that this has happened at all is a shock. Maybe there was a false sense of security; he's not going to let that happen again, if he can avoid it.

Dick says he doesn't need him, Jason's passed over temporary ownership of the bike, so that's that. He whips toward the door...]

Call me if something else happens.

[... and slams it on the way out.]