[ of course, that had occurred to Cain at some point between realizing that this wasn't the brat he'd needed and now—he was right about the whole not just giving up and dying business. though he hated the feeling of running away. there was a part of him that insisted that he return to the boss and face him. pride... pride, and a sick sense of loyalty that'd been ingrained in him since he'd started working for the bastard.
stupid. but it bothered him all the same; he wasn't really as cold and callous as he presented. ]
... Nope. Don't think so.
[ the canteen's empty, and he can taste the liquor thick on his tongue. ]
Unless you count where the fuck you're gonna live, and shit.
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stupid. but it bothered him all the same; he wasn't really as cold and callous as he presented. ]
... Nope. Don't think so.
[ the canteen's empty, and he can taste the liquor thick on his tongue. ]
Unless you count where the fuck you're gonna live, and shit.