[Love is a minefield. Love is a territory he doesn't want to venture, not in this conversation, not with this person, not when he's still chewing on the knowledge that Wei Wuxian is more than one man who's died and been reborn into different identities, different lives. It's not a simple thing. Cain understands having more than a single name, but he's never died -- the hole in his gut is the closest he's come. Maybe he will die from it, if he ever gets back. Maybe the Alliance will find them. Maybe they'll escape, run to some other place on the lam.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. But he's here right now, and this is the only life he knows.
Cain turns away and drapes both arms over the railing, casually smoking, inhaling and exhaling another white cloud of vapor.]
Go be a nobody, then. Hell if I'm gonna stop you.
[Why would he? It's not his business, he's not going to question what it means to make people forget, to have their minds taken over. He lets the silence lapse for a few empty heartbeats before he breaches it again.]
no subject
Maybe, maybe, maybe. But he's here right now, and this is the only life he knows.
Cain turns away and drapes both arms over the railing, casually smoking, inhaling and exhaling another white cloud of vapor.]
Go be a nobody, then. Hell if I'm gonna stop you.
[Why would he? It's not his business, he's not going to question what it means to make people forget, to have their minds taken over. He lets the silence lapse for a few empty heartbeats before he breaches it again.]
... How'd you die?