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"What?" She understandably questioned. Her entire demeanor changed drastically to that of a skittish doe. "W-when were you planning on telling me? After the wedding?" She demanded eying him with hurt eyes, rightfully so. He had torn her away from her society, her people--her father. "And whatever happened to asking me what I thought about all this? Or just asking me in general?!" She insisted, Cain hearing the crack in her voice as it reached a near fever pitch--that point where every emotion screamed out of one's soul.

"I didn't," He responded calmly, as if without that passion he had before--without the sentiment of her concern. It would be as though he were only saving her only to even more cruelly twist her into something much worse than a lifeless husk. No, death was a far better place to be than the maddening reality that was befalling her now. However, he continued. " I was going to do it the Orog way, the only way I've ever lived by--every part of me wants you. Your flesh, your blood--your soul. But no. I won't be that mindless monster, I'm better than that. I'm worth saving...at least, my mother seemed to think so." He stated stepping slowly towards her as Anez sobbed on her knees--powerless against him and against the machinations that were in place.

Cain crouched down slowly right in front of her, looking at her with steady eyes that never seemed to miss a beat. " She was raped by a Regular," He persisted in breaching her thoughts with understanding. " Fucked like a common whore until she escaped...for a while. Then she was caught again, raped again and again. She bore a daughter, my half sister then...she just died. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally--spiritually. I had to kill my own mother, I had to run her through. But in my mind--she'd dead been for a long time, I was just severing that last thread that held on to my sister and I and by doing that I was telling her I would look after my sister, I told her she could finally rest." Cain tilted his head, looking up into her teary eyes.

"She saw something in me...Something I will never, could never give up. Hope. When she looked at me, she saw a son. When she looked at me, she saw something that grew inside of her, that depended on her to that strong that through years of neglect and abuse--she never gave up. I won't give up on her, I didn't give up on my sister though she was killed many years ago--I'm not giving up on humanity as whole. But I won't stain it anymore by becoming a monster and doing what my predecessors did. This world...its dark and cold, I'm tired of being cold. The creatures you so haphazardly call 'monsters', they are tired of being hungry and never being full. Tired of the cold too. I have a dream that stretches beyond just you and I--its for the world but it must begin somewhere."