Yeah, real fucking weird, huh? [As if rote habit, Cain's fingers lift to rub the faded scar since healed at the base of his skull. He remembers the first shock of its existence, and the first blinding strangeness of that depth added to his field of vision: messaging, GPS, an entire world of technology.] Kinda forget it exists. Just part of living now.

[Yet adaption has always been his strong suit. You can get used to anything with enough time.]

You were trying to fix a whole world? Sounds ambitious. Any luck?

[An endeavor he'd never put himself to, even in consideration of how much widespread corruption and prejudice existed in his own. He doesn't exactly have the means for change.]