[ There's no hiding anything, not when it's been played out in technicolor, a vivid scene put on display, no way to pretend that any of it hasn't been witnessed. Cain's tempted for a moment to pretend he has no idea what Frederick's talking about anyway — to put on a clueless expression, to play the fool, to make some teasing remark that might possibly distract Frederick from the question he's just asked.
But Cain knows that'll just make things worse. It'll just make it even more apparent how deeply personal that scene was. Just how much of Cain has been put on display, all the parts of himself he keeps deeply buried and locked away stripped bare and revealed.
He sighs, a soft sound that gets carried off by the wind just the flower petals had been. Ruefully, he answers: ]
Considering this island's been swallowed up by the Storm, that's a little hard... [ Not an answer at all, he knows, and before Frederic can press him, he adds: ] I did, though. That memory wasn't very old.
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But Cain knows that'll just make things worse. It'll just make it even more apparent how deeply personal that scene was. Just how much of Cain has been put on display, all the parts of himself he keeps deeply buried and locked away stripped bare and revealed.
He sighs, a soft sound that gets carried off by the wind just the flower petals had been. Ruefully, he answers: ]
Considering this island's been swallowed up by the Storm, that's a little hard... [ Not an answer at all, he knows, and before Frederic can press him, he adds: ] I did, though. That memory wasn't very old.