[Moving out of the way is fine with Cain; he'll follow if he's led, tetchy and still drowned-rat enough to grasp they're in potentially dangerous waters if they're out in the open. He keeps his back to the road, shoulders hunched up as this guy tells him some of the most absurd things he's ever heard in his life.
The worst part is that Cain believes him.]
Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. [That's... surprising, and unusually kind, that someone who he just roughed around would care about his current state. It smooths Cain's grouchy demeanor appropriately.] I mean, I'll survive almost drowning. Whatever. We're dead anyway, aren't we? Does it even matter what happens?
[It feels like it matters. It feels like it matters a lot, and it's unfair that being undead would come along with so much additional pain and fear.]
... Fuck. I've seen some weird stuff before, but nothing what you said. [Alien tech doesn't promise energy arms and ice bombs, as far as he's aware, though it's possible the military didn't tell him about it.] Did those guys attack you?
why are you taking him back to his puke corner of shame
The worst part is that Cain believes him.]
Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. [That's... surprising, and unusually kind, that someone who he just roughed around would care about his current state. It smooths Cain's grouchy demeanor appropriately.] I mean, I'll survive almost drowning. Whatever. We're dead anyway, aren't we? Does it even matter what happens?
[It feels like it matters. It feels like it matters a lot, and it's unfair that being undead would come along with so much additional pain and fear.]
... Fuck. I've seen some weird stuff before, but nothing what you said. [Alien tech doesn't promise energy arms and ice bombs, as far as he's aware, though it's possible the military didn't tell him about it.] Did those guys attack you?