[That explanation earns a lasting look, although it doesn't linger long. Cain's attention tilts back out toward the skyline. He brings the pen again to his own lips, inhales, exhales the white transparent cloud.]
You're really telling me a lot.
[An observation, mildly stated. He wonders if this is adjacent to Wei Wuxian's attempt to befriend him, this simple honesty, or if this is how he is to everyone.]
Why hand out valuable information about yourself to a complete stranger?
[Never mind the dream, and Cain's stark vulnerability in that moment. It feels like a lifetime ago; like it happened to someone else.]
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You're really telling me a lot.
[An observation, mildly stated. He wonders if this is adjacent to Wei Wuxian's attempt to befriend him, this simple honesty, or if this is how he is to everyone.]
Why hand out valuable information about yourself to a complete stranger?
[Never mind the dream, and Cain's stark vulnerability in that moment. It feels like a lifetime ago; like it happened to someone else.]