[ Cain wastes absolutely no time in ducking; he has no desire to find out what's coming — or what's already come? Causality being broken is really too confusing.

But, he ducks, and twists to watch the bird go sailing over where his head was a moment before. As he stands up again, he lets out a low whistle. ]

Whew, that was a close call. Thanks! [ He lifts a hand in a grateful gesture — and shoos the bird off to a different path as it makes another flight by his head. ] I think you've figured it out for yourself, but yep, I'm completely serious. Though I don't think we'll run into ourselves... I hope?