[The worst part is, Cain's own memory of the event of his death is murky — a series of dark images, flashing lights, violent movement, and an agony of pain until the world faded to hazy unconsciousness. He's convinced, despite that. Even if staring into the face of the fact that he'll never go home is more than he can take, right now, in a conversation with a guy he's only just met. Or the realization that at some point, Abel is going to turn around in the front of the starfighter and find his body—
He exhales sharply through his nose, rubbing his face. The offer is appealing, even if it's not for any other purpose but to sit in silence and stare at the wall. He doesn't want to be alone.]
... Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'm not gonna be good company, just to warn you. I just wanna... not think for a minute.
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He exhales sharply through his nose, rubbing his face. The offer is appealing, even if it's not for any other purpose but to sit in silence and stare at the wall. He doesn't want to be alone.]
... Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'm not gonna be good company, just to warn you. I just wanna... not think for a minute.